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Friday, October 28, 2011

Temperate Tacos

Poncho's isn't just for 2 a.m. I once thought of the midtown greasy spoon exclusively as a late-night destination. Just because I no longer live that lifestyle doesn't mean that I quit frequenting Poncho's. I now hit it on my way to music venues rather than using it as a post-party refuge. The sole downside is the telltale signs of grease and salsa on my pants and shirt. It's as messy as it delicious.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Deli Counter

Posted without commentary.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Occupy This

I spotted an older man dumpster diving as I left an Aldi grocery store in the heart of Johnson County this evening. For real.

Friday, October 14, 2011


The hand-wringing about allegedly limited parking for events at the new Kauffman Center for the Performing Arts mystifies me. Does walking a few blocks really present such a challenge? My usual strategy is to park around 17th and Summit and hope that Los Alamos is open. I prefer the modest market to the nearby fashionable restaurants. And it's a mere five-minute walk to Kauffman. You're welcome.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Smoke Rings

I haven't enjoyed smoked a cigarette in over twenty years. I still think about it every day don't miss it at all.

Tuesday, October 04, 2011

You'r Wrong About Johnson County!!!

Most weekdays I buy lunch at a grocery store across the street from my new office in central Johnson County. The "golden ghetto" appellation that's amusingly applied to the sprawling southwestern suburbs of Kansas City is all too accurate. There are plenty of places in Johnson County where it's possible to get run down by a fur-clad woman driving a $50,000 Mercedes. The parking lot of my grocery store isn't one of them. Vision cards and lines of anxious people at bill-paying services are the norm. I'd like to mock the punctuation-challenged staff, but the grim setting makes it difficult to laugh.

Monday, October 03, 2011


One of the coolest tourist attractions in Austin, Texas, is the bat colony under Congress Bridge. This drab underpass in Prairie Village isn't nearly as appealing, but it does host a handful of flying mammals. I propose that the community add nightly summer watch parties to its unremitting public works projects.