So, I'm still in Kansas. I came down here to Kansas City to see a buddy of mine, and long story short, a two-day meet-and-greet turned into a week-long game of just hanging out and stuff. See, we were supposed to continue on into a little place I like to call New Mexico, but car problems have us sidelined for the time being.
Supposedly, my friend's buddy, who was driving on our trip, is a bit of a "new age" believer. There's a mythical part of car, a so-called "catalytic converter," which he is absolutely insistent on "fixing" before we move along. I, of course, assured said gentleman that this "catalytic converter" is a hoax perpetrated by weak individuals whose position has outstripped their power; but he is adamant, and I (ever the gentleman) am resigned to my fate.
Not that I am bitter; far from it. Kansas City is a fascinating place, full of quaint little stores ranging from Target to Wal-Mart. Last night, I attended a live music concert put on by some friends of mine, the members of Muf'NTop and This Big, and it was a rocker. Their first stop in a summer-long tour was Kansas City, and so it was serendipitous that our Catalytic Ampersand was MIA.
I've also stayed in a fascinating hotel by the name of Whitehaven Hotel, which still has hourly fees if you ever need to just pull off the road and get a couple hours of sleep. It's what many in the hospitality business refer to as a "dying breed," which I hope applies to its myriad small insect population as well. I ate at a place called Winstead's, which I highly reccomend if you're ever in the Kansas City area. It's got great burgers at cheap prices.
As a baseball fan, I am intent on finding kindred spirits. My Cleveland Indians are an organization which I devote an inordinate amount of time to; and I like to find others who feel the same way about their home team. Sadly, I have found very little of this in Kansas City. This seems to be because they've finished in last place in the American Central for about fifteen years. Joe Posnaski (google him!) is one of my favorite journalists, and he loves espousing the futility of his team.
Finally, I would like to be commended for my efforts in getting to a computer in order to inform my legion of fans about my whereabouts. I am currently sitting in a dank, dark basement while my friends laugh and giggle upstairs. I am using dial-up. Thank me later.
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