Tradition in my family runs deep, tradition in St. Louis runs even deeper. Looking back at my childhood, I enjoyed a great life, for the most part it was normal…well in the bubble of St. Louis. There were a few things that I was submitted to that are not exactly normal and have some strange roots, but I don’t think they had that large of an effect on me. Sure, instead of shaking hands I like to curtsy, I never wear white shoes before Memorial day or after Labor day, I believe it is rude to sneeze or cough in public, and I always use a fork to convey food to my mouth, except when a spoon is necessary for liquids or fro-yo.
You could have been SO much worse because it’s a long, hard fall from the fabulous that we are!
Here’s to cocktails by the inter-country club swim meets…
XOXO,
MCF