Everytime I told someone we (my parents & my sister & I) were going to Kansas City during my Christmas holiday, they gave me that clever response. To those lyric-savvy people I say, please ask to see the picture of my dad at 12th & Vine. (Note to prospective KC visitors: This street sign is in the middle of a vacant lot, with public housing on adjacent parcels.)
Aside from that, Kansas City is fabulous. We really loved it. The weather was incredible -- near 60 degrees every day! -- and it is a classic Midwestern city with great architecture and history. My dad loved Union Station, of course, and my mom enjoyed the Country Club Plaza area (kind of the Oakbrook of Kansas City). My sister Foo dug the signage outside Foo's Fabulous Frozen Custard in beautiful suburban Brookside. We all loved the frozen custard.
Among our other stops were the 18th & Vine historic district, including the Negro Leagues Baseball Museum, and Harry S. Truman's home in Independence, Mo. The combination of these two stops only reinforced that Trent Lott is an absolute moron. The suggestions that segregation is preferable and that Strom Thurman would have been a better president than HST are ludicrous. (BTW, doesn't Strom look like Darth Vader's little shrunken head when they remove his mask at the end of "Return of the Jedi"? Check it out. You KNOW that Strom made a deal with the devil. He is 100 years old. A century of polluting public service.) We're all very happy that Bill Frist is now Senate majority leader. However, on the Tennessean.com website, that story took a backseat to "How to get Titans Playoff Tickets." Sad but true.
Well, it's good to be back in Music City. I'm partial to my own bed, and I missed the State Capitol. But this time was probably the hardest to return here and leave life in Peoria behind. This visit home was the first in which I realized I don't really live there anymore and things are happening there without me. (Yes, I kind of assumed that while my life moved on, everyone else's would just stay static, awaiting my return.) It's always good to be home (in Peoria). I haven't yet reached the "I'm too big for Peoria" phase and I hope I don't ever get there.
We had a white Christmas -- just three fluffy inches of snow, simply perfect. Hope yours was as relaxing, festive and enjoyable as ours was.