This dispatch comes to you from the McDonald's in Hannibal, MO. A scheduling quirk (of my own infernal creation) gave me a five hour break between a high school visit and a financial aid talk this evening. At the table next to me, two octagenerian fellows are having the most stereotypical conversation you can imagine, dealing with topics of where they get their weather info, how they wouldn't last too long without their medicine, and how they save money on long distance by using their children's cell phones when they come to visit. I will spare you all the mundane details, but just know that I say in all seriousness, and with great sadness, that simply being alive is not living.
The Chiefs game was a phenomenal experience and I can say with only slight exaggeration that Arrowhead Stadium is my Mecca. It went by in a blink as time spent with great friends so often does. The Chiefs won in dramatic fashion and clung to a one point lead throughout the fourth quarter. I am not one for fluffy words, but it was stirring as 75,000 people chanted their way of the stadium, drunk on both alcohol and victory.
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