In the middle of a sweaty July night I rolled out of Kansas City behind the wheel of my loaded station-wagon. Leaving Kansas City, my home for the last four years, to return to the great mitten shaped state for new adventures.  For the last three months I have had very strange dreams, including (but not limited to), dust palaces, mexican restaurants, armed robberies, beautiful cantenary arch salt kilns, late night dips in the Ingelnook pool, QuikTrip late night dining, blue koi, big fountains, majestic bicycles, spandex, rooftop sunsets, and wonderful friends (who I miss dearly!!).

Lets go to Panchos: I want a succulent bean, cheese, rice & guacamole burrito with a medium mountain dew, then we’ll split a piece of tres leches.

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