I recently returned from Kansas City, Missouri, but not until the tail end of my trip. I was always in Kansas City, but only in the suburbs, up until (as I said) the tail end of my trip. A colleague took us downtown before we were dropped at the airport (KCI is one of the shittier I've been in along the Missouri River). We went to a Kansas City bar-b-que joint entitled, "Arthur Bryant's," on the 1700 block of Brooklyn St., downtown KC. It was fairly good, but in the slop-food kind of way. There were pictures of John Ashcroft and Thurgood Marshal and Steven Spielberg on the wall. I guess they ate at Arthur Bryants's too.
A quote from my MSP flight: "Any guy who has a mother should read this book..." (think about that for a minute, but not too hard otherwise you too might go retarded.)
I snapped these photos between December 1-2, 2009, about 20 miles north of Bismarck on the east bank of the Montana mountain runoff known as the Missouri River. The top photo was taken this morning as the morning moon descended in the west, just before the sun rose in the east to lighten the day's overcast. Gentlemen, the Lewis and Clark trail, as President Jefferson sent them out, remains much in tact as it was in 1804. To a degree for sure. But you'll note houses creeping here and there into the photos. Once again, I think I somewhat understand why frontiersmen bemoaned settlement and the "closing" of the American West.
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