My mother always pronounces it: St. Louie. Then again, she's from Brooklyn. I've been told it's a great faux pas to say anything but St. Lewis.
In any case, that's where I am--in St. Louis with the newlyweds.
The football is on, though muted, and we are talking about people who throw their cigarette butts on the ground. Larry wants a bumper sticker. Here are some suggestions from the group:
Butts are not attractive
Butts are garbage, too.
Littering is punishable by death (and that means you, cigarette smokers)
We all decided the last one was too long for a bumper sticker.
More later from the exciting life here in the gateway to the Midwest.
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