Just consider this the all-day, all-night open line.
As I mentioned, I’m in Kansas City, one of my favorite cities in part because of old memories of riding the train up from Louisiana with my dad every summer to watch the Kansas City A’s.
The video is a small taste of Darcus Gates, singing an appropriate song last night in the Blue Room, part of the American Jazz Museum (many tables encase jazz memorabilia) in the 18th and Vine District. Good show in a packed club. She’s connected to the Gates BBQ dynasty in KC, thus the riff in the lyrics. We went earlier to Arthur Bryant’s, where a 40-minute or so wait was required to pass through the line for Saturday barbecue. The Truman Museum today. Then a patriotic symphony concert tonight in front of Union Station, with fireworks shot from the hilltop across Pershing Street that’s home to the World War I museum and war memorial.