The question of what state I'm in has never been so pertinent as during this couple days visit to Kansas City where it's possible at any given moment to be in Kansas or Missouri. I think I'm in Missouri- actually I KNOW I'm in Missouri because my good friend that I just met for lunch explained where the state line is.
Though I typically would not use the musical "Oklahoma" as a judge of any location I visit, in the case of Kansas City, they were absolutely right. I had no idea what a wonderful town Kansas City is until I checked into my hotel, hit the streets and started exploring. There is a beautiful park across the street from my hotel where one can walk a mile loop through trees and fountains all the while stopping at the outdoor workout machines to lift weights, do sit-ups or play on a see-saw. The buildings are old and charming mixed with new restaurants and pubs. There is music floating out of the doors of bistros as people wander in and out and there is a huge art fair in the plaza. It's really quite lovely. While we were eating lunch, my friend tried to convince me I need to move to Kansas City and I was not at all opposed to the idea.
Kansas City is also the first non-regional airport I have been in recently. When I landed there yesterday, I actually got excited about flying OUT. This is mostly because I anticipate that the Kansas City Airport experience will likely not include any of the joys that the my recent stints in small airports have afforded me. For example, I hope I never again have the TSA pour a strange substance into my coffee to "test it" and make sure there's nothing in it. I threw that much needed caffeine straight into the trash yesterday, despite the fact that it was not yet 6am. I also like being in airports where there's more than one restaurant and that restaurant stays open past 4:30pm. And believe me, I would pay to never hear this announcement again "Terrorism is in effect. Call the Police if you see something." OH MY. In case you were worried, this was followed by another announcement "I need coffee and a bagel at Gate 2." Perhaps hers was ruined by the TSA as well...
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