Half My Life In Saint Louis
Give or take a week, I’ve lived half my life in St. Louis. I moved here about six months after my 23rd birthday. Today I’m 47 years old.
The city has changed so much, mostly for the better. I’ve changed too, again, mostly for the better. The yeas do tick by much faster than I thought they would.
I sometimes wonder what my life would be like if I hadn’t decided to move to St. Louis in 1990. Or if I’d left, as I was considering, until I got a new job in December 1999. It would be different, not sure better or worse though.
I consider myself a St. Louisan, even though I didn’t go to high school here. I still don’t like St. Louis-style pizza, no amount of years here will get me to accept that is real pizza.
Have a great weekend!
— Steve Patterson
Agree on the pizza . . . . now that would be an interesting poll topic . . . .
Did it in 2009, might do it again this year.
Stay strong — resist the provel ‘pizza on a Matza’!
That photo is awesome. “Gross Variety” sounds like a punk band. And, the Dodge Omni in front looks vintage now.
Acquiring a taste for St. Louis pizza is like acquiring a language: if you aren’t exposed to it consistently before the age of about 13 or so, you’ll never get it!