If I'd had my druthers when I was looking to move to St. Louis, about a year ago, I would have taken up residence on North or South Rosebury, either of the Siamese-twin avenues that bridge the St. Louis-Clayton border, conjoined where they intersect with Skinker Boulevard but forked by the time they terminate a block west at DeMun Avenue. The way I pictured life on those tree-lined streets, daybreak would be greeted with a ritual cup of coffee at Kaldi's, on the corner of DeMun and Northwood; Duke (the dog I didn't yet own, who nonetheless was an integral piece of the dreamed-up pastiche) would frolic on the rolling grounds of Concordia Seminary; I'd do a daily run around Forest Park; and my neighborhood... More >>>