Time to Pack
We’ll talk a little bit later before I leave Kansas City but I just wanted to mention what will happen to IrishKC over the next short while.
Sorry you got no updates over the weekend - there was a couple of festivals I wanted to talk about and there was a tennis ball on Mission - but time just ebbed away.
Extricating myself from my wonderful Waldo world was a prolonged affair that involved many mosquito bites. And finding my e-tickets on my old hard-disk took even longer.
I did notice that Kennedy’s of 75th street, probably in response to many rumoured re-openings, have changed their sign to say that they will be re-opening soon, and they have a “we promise” in small writing in brackets.
Anyway, I said that IrishKC would continue when I leave and that it will be seamless. Well it will continue but I lied about the seams.
I arrive home in Dublin tomorrow morning, have a cup of tea, a bit of breakfast, another cup of tea probably, some dinner, a sleep and then I leave Ireland again.
On Wednesday I’m flying to England for several days. I have a family wedding, a train trip or two, some London visiting, and I even get to hook up with my first visitor from Kansas City since leaving KC - the rest of you are slackers.
So I will update from all over the place, but I’m unlikely to have my finger on the KC pulse whilst tripping around England. Normal service, whatever that is, will continue from Tuesday week - which is Tuesday 18th September when I’m back in Ireland and hunting for work.
And American Hell readers I promise it will resume at any moment - it almost has so many times in the last few days.
I’ve just taken a load out of the dryer and I need to start packing because I leave for the airport in a couple of hours so I better go for now, but you know airports can be lonely places so you just might hear way too much from me today.
Also, if my plane should take a dive in the Atlantic, thanks to the wonders of technology I’ll keep updating IrishKC from beyond the grave, because that’s the sort of man I am. So don’t be sad - or go thinking that I’m out of your hair just yet.
I’ll say goodbye when I leave for the airport.
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