A Letter to Our Sister City:
Aunt Google told me about your recent snow storm. She said you were having a tough time with more winter than you’ve had for decades. I know how you feel. That trouble seems to be running in the family. I’d send you some road salt, but I’m running short myself.
You and I are used to a bit of winter, but this one hit like an atom bomb, not that I want to reopen an old spat. We both got a lot of snow, didn’t we? We both had people die from it. Winter rolled in on a war chariot and declared, “Vini. Vidi. Velcro.”
I think that means, “I came. I saw. I stuck around,” but you know, I never was very good at Latin.
Uncle AP Wire told me you were having trouble with getting voters out for your election. Good luck with that. I can’t get voters out in good weather. How many government officials does it take to get a well-run city? I don’t know. I’m just your sister, Kansas City.
I love getting your pictures. You’re aging well. Your art museum and old-town makes me want to visit. I need a little exercise. Getting older is rough. I used to march. Now I occupy.
Hang in there. Spring always comes eventually. And keep an eye on China, will you?