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- It’s the end of the day on Friday, and perhaps I should be using my blog time to continue the conversation with Chuck about All the Real Girls, but instead I give you some goofy and unrelated thoughts. (More on All the Real Girls later.)
- In a little more than an hour I’ll be eating yummy Ethiopian food on 39th Street with Jeff, Monique, and Sam to celebrate L’s smashing dissertation defense.
- We’re up to the last work of the semester in my Shakespeare class: The Tempest. I once saw a musical production of this play in Atlanta. Wait, it gets weirder. The part of King Alonso was played by the former (?) lead singer of the “classic rock” band Kansas. I’m not sure he knew he wasn’t the main character.
- Today started off rainy and cool, which was nice because we’ve had dry weather ever since I moved here last summer. This afternoon, however, it’s sunny and cool, which is not bad, either. I spent a little time today trying to add a feature to this page that would show you the current weather conditions in KC (because I know you’re dying to keep up with that), but I couldn’t get it to work.
- I never imagined myself living in Missouri. Iowa, Ohio, Illinois, New York, Florida, California, Alaska, Oregon, Washington, even Wyoming. Just not Missouri.
- The night before last, for the second time this semester, I was awakened in the middle of the night by the sound of gunfire in my neighborhood. At least this time no one was murdered.
- I work not far from a fairly large Frank Lloyd Wright building: the Kansas City Community Christian Church. Apparently, there are at least two other buildings by Wright in the city.
- When I was a little kid, I always wanted a surprise birthday party, but (Surprise!) I never got one. When I turned 16, however, my friend Doug threw one for me, and it was a complete success, one of the best birthdays I’ve ever had. This was in a small town in Belgium (which also doubled as the military headquarters for NATO, where both our dads worked). Twenty years later I move to Kansas City and Doug is working as an architect practically within walking distance of my office.
I like the idea of a self-indulgent Friday post, but I’m far too “graded out” to offer anything that might resemble wit. A quick observation that I’m looking forward to your further observations about “All the Real Girls” will have to suffice.
Witty comment, witty comment. Well, I’m almost 5 days late in contributing. How about…
Only an hour’s drive north of you, there’s a much calmer little city where gunfire is only heard in the worst of the bad neighborhoods, and only then on really bad days, and some full-moon nights?
And hey, Missouri ain’t all bad!
I never meant to imply there was anything wrong with Missouri! Just that I never imagined living here. The gunfire is, I’m sure, an anomaly. Although I live downtown in the “garment district,” it’s generally a pretty well-behaved neighborhood.