Because life's little headaches make us appreciate the good times.
Tuesday, February 21, 2017
Kansas City, Here I Come
I wish I had seen this building as a child and had a chance to scale the pile of concrete books for a better view of the rainbow of volumes standing side by side on its facade. My local library opened the world to me and made me feel all things were possible. How perfect for a place without limits to be fronted by a wall of colorful bound issues of imagination.
I am always smitten by stone and brick buildings decked out in ornate whimsy, and Kansas City didn’t let me down. I love these solid structures proudly standing shoulder to shoulder ready to face whatever the passage of time brings their way. The different building materials, colors, textures, eras butting into one another without ever clashing make me wish that people were better at doing the same.
It was a sunny summer day. Nearby the River Market Area was bustling with activity, but on these blocks people moved more slowly. Content to slow myself down, I hummed along as Fats Domino’s voice sang in my head, “I’m going to Kansas City. Kansas City, here I come.”