3 out of 5 stars
As my great uncle Milty once said, “LOCATION, LOCATION, LOCATION!” He was, of course, being sarcastic as he wandered the parking ramp trying to find his ’83 Oldsmobile, but I never forgot those wise words. And if you want the thrills of suburban St. Louis without the despair of Missouri, Casey’s General Store has exactly what you’re looking for. The shopping here, however, was a bit different than the name might suggest.
I have seen enough episodes of Little House on the Prairie (all of them!) to know that a General Store is somewhere you go to barter your wares for some needed food or supplies. So I figured I was sitting pretty when I pranced in there with about $30 worth of night crawlers. And not the second-tier river crawlers either- these were purebred red worm night crawlers plucked fresh from the rich soils of rural Illinois. Believe me, I know plenty of fellas who would pay top dollar for even a handful of Illini Reds- but the gentleman at the counter of Casey’s said they only accept cash or credit. You would think a modern general store would ditch the archaic payment methods of yesteryear and adapt to today’s savvy worm trader. I’m not even sure he was the real Casey.
I wasn’t going to stand around and wait for this guy to join the 21st century, so I pranced right on back out of there. I had a devil of a time finding my car in the parking ramp and I couldn’t stop thinking about how Uncle Milty had the gout.