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April will
mark 19 years that I have been back in Kansas City, and to be fair, use of the
word “back” there is not geographically honest.
I bounced
around a bit in my youth and any previous area dwellings were all on the Kansas
side, but the far reaches of the city that go north, span east, trickle west,
and run south are all rooted in this great, great city of ours. It’s not
better. It’s not the best. It is not bad and it is certainly not good. Kansas
City is a great city for more reasons than I care to list and you care to read.
It’s home to many, a lot of whom don’t live here anymore.
I was once
one of those and just as I was gone long enough to start feeling like my new
home was home, I was called back to the City of Fountains, the Paris of the
Plains.
