Fast Eddie Friday......The pre- Independence day Whiskey Tango Edition

Great day in the mornin, nothing, and I mean nothing, says let freedom ring, better than a trailer park. Rebel flags, pickem up trucks, mullets, and meth. Just when I thought I had covered every trailer park here in Gawds country, up pops this hot mess, like a festering herpetic blister. Nestled among the rolling hills of 31st street just east of Van Brunt blvd, a quaint village sits atop a hill. I didn't see a name, so feel free to give it one of your choosing. And yes, that is the parks Playground pictured above.

I've passed this one by on numerous occasions, and I dropped the ball on this one, because I was passing a gem. The Hope diamond of white trash, the crown jewel of trailer courts. Every stereotype associated with trailer courts is on display in this craptastic shit hole.

I know what you are thinking, the place looks mostly abandoned, sadly, you would be wrong. In fact the lovely bungalow pictured below, with busted windows, outdoor mattress, and hawesome amenities galore inside, I'm sure, had the window A/c unit cranking when I pulled up.
Last and certainly not the least are two posh digs in another park just to the east.

I mean really, who doesn't love an orange trailer house trimmed in day glo green. Yes that is yellow crime scene tape next to the orange trailer. It really compliments the orangy green-ness, don't you think? I think the second domicile, with A Pool, pretty much squashes any questions about class and trailer parks. You might discern the pool is on an incline, sitting caddy-wompass as it where. Well you my dear readers are some cynical sumbitches. Clearly this angle was intentional. The tilt makes the pool shallow on one end. Perfect for unattended little ones who have yet to master the art of swimmin-n-such.

Now if you find this post to be unkind, cruel, insulting, uncaring, and generally fucked up, no need to thank me, it's what I do. And its why I only do one show a day. Everyone have a safe and injury free 4th.

From the West Bottoms to the Power and Blight District, you can smell the smoke. pt 2

Progress and Decline, you can't have one without the other, at least not these days. While the areas around Downtown , except the City Market area, are in various stages of decline, decay, and stagnation, Downtown is a work in the name of progress. I'm just going to come out and own up to the strong bias I have against the current transformation, I don't like it, and I never will. Now in my own long winded and convoluted way here is why.

The "brains" behind this supposed revitalization have a targeted demographic. Twenty to Thirty somethings and out of towners, period, that is it. I understand the desire to attract tourists, but the other group, well that's where my preconceived notions and bias come in. This is where I get to play the curmudgeon, the out of touch middle aged prick in the mud. If the Power and Light district were a Tenderloin District strip joint, then the barker at the door, luring in the unsuspecting hayseeds, would be KC Ink. This insipid waste of ink and trees is everything that is a wrong with Urban revitalization and the hoards of Sex in the City / Abercrombie posers that they target. The Star canned a bunch of real writers and kept Muffy and company. And it is within that douche-a-graphic that the brains behind the P&l district have doubled down on. The problem with resting all of your hopes in one group is that it won't work in the long run. Half of them will move on to greener pastures, the other half will go broke buying 300 dollar shoes and 100 dollar facials, and that's just the guys. Now maybe that's an unfair stereotype, maybe I'm shooting all the pups because one has fleas. I base my judgement on the Power and Light media pimp, KC Ink. If you want to change the message, better get a different, less nauseating messenger.

Now before anyone gets their Jimmy Choos all scuffed up, let me just say that not everyone who sets foot in the P&L district is an Uber Douche. I will even concede that as a 49 year old dinosaur I may be completely out of touch. Maybe the future is 8 dollar beer, Red Bull, 16 dollar hamburgers, and tight fitting jackets with too short sleeves. Let's hope that's the case, otherwise the P&L district will turn out to be nothing more than a parasite, sucking the livelihood out of long established businesses, before it fails. I don't hope it fails, but I believe it will.

Progress isn't measured by how many overpriced venues we can cram in to a few square blocks. Progress is measured by productivity and longevity. The West Bottoms was productive for a long time. Cash flowed out of the West Bottoms. Eventually as with all things, the Bottoms finally outlived it's usefulness. Sad but it happens. Now it's the P&L district and the Downtown renaissance, that the city has put all it's hopes in. I could be wrong (not really), but I don't think this city will be better off because of the P&L district. Long established businesses are failing because of it, and that ain't exactly progress. Put simply, there aren't enough consumers to support the old and the new. Eventually, in the economy we face, the P&L district will flounder and fail to live up to the Great Expectations and hype. At least that's what I Frink.

Urban Blight........The retail edition.

There's only about 35 shopping days left until Christmas. The thought of fighting the ugly crowds, the traffic, the high prices, got you down?

I'm all about public service when it comes to all 4 of my readers. So here is a suggestion to help you avoid all the hustle and bustle, and you'll save a bunch to boot.

Unfortunately, you won't be able to finish your day of shopping with some flap jacks and weak coffee. It, seems the IHOP had to close their doors. I think someone found some lead in their stuffed french toast.

But MM, there are only two stores opened in the old Bannister Mall complex. How can I meet my shopping needs in that derelict, blighted , abandoned corpse of commerce, you ask.

Well, you can't , unless you are in the market for several thousand tires that someone dumped in the parking lot. On the bright side, they are free for the taking, and you will get to see one of the most embarrassing examples of a city that works. And I just managed to squeeze an entire post out of it.

Letters from Dogpatch

Nothing beats a good reader response. It warms the heart when you hear from someone who was moved by something you wrote. I wanted to share a couple with you all. My post on Kansas City's Dogpatch is still getting responses. Two residents were kind enough to send along these kind words, and now I share them with you.

Chrissy writes " I have lived here in Dog Patch, all my life i love it here,An as for rolling the windows up, An locking the door's go. if that was the case. Do you really think that your suck up little rich boy ass would of made it through this bitch? FUCK NO!An by the way one of those picture's you took an put on here with out permission happend's to be my grandmother's!Who the fuck are you to down great, an critisize someone!!!FUCK YOU!!!!!! "

Nice. Kiss your brother with that mouth, Chrissy?

Will has this to say "WELL IF DOG PATCH IS SUCH A BAD PLACE HOW DID YOU MAKE IT THROUGH HERE TAKIN ALL OF THESE PICTURES IVE LIVED HERE ALL MY CHILDHOOD AND NEVER HAD A PROBLEM WITH ANYONE SO I THINK YOU REALLY NEED TO GET YOUR SHIT RIGHT AND LAST OF ALL YOU DONT NEED TO TALK SHIT ABOUT PEOPLE YOU DONT KNOW JUST TO MAKE YOUR LIFE LOOK BETTER P.S. GET A LIFE "

I'm feeling lots of love in the room.

The city's solution to Crime, cotton candy, love beads, and choo choo trains.

If we make it pretty, crime will stop. Finally the mayor addresses crime, with a possible record breaking homicide rate in the works, an ever increasing deterioration of the inner city, and an inadequate number of police on the streets, the inept king of Kansas City has the solution. Economic growth by supporting new businesses on the east side, education, and light rail. As noted by Tony's Kansas City and Crime Scene Kansas City, no mention of added police.

I agree with the education part, unfortunately when you have a school board constantly cock blocking progress, the education portion of his 3 part master plan will never come to fruition. Until the old guard is removed from the school board, nothing will change.

Economic development, are you kidding me? Who in their right mind is going to start up a new business, a legit one, on the east side? There is already an overabundance of liquor stores, Criket cellular stores and fast food restraunts with interiors resemble high security banks. People aren't going to risk life and limb by starting businesses in areas that are armed robbery training camps.

Light rail, huh, say what? Look light rail is not now, nor has it ever been anything other than the pipe dream of people who have no real grasp of what this city needs. We dont need shiny commuter trains in this city. We need cops. If we can finance a light rail plan through sales tax, why can we not add more police through the same method? One of the city council members, too lazy to go back and check which one, suggested that we cant arrest our way out of the current crime problems facing this city. As a former criminal, I beg to differ. Nothing slows crime, gives criminals hesitation, like lots and lots of police. I'm not talking regular patrol cops, although that helps, and needs to be part of the solution. We need beefed up career criminal units, gang and drug task forces, detectives to deal with homicides and robberies.

We need to bring in outside help. We need law enforcement people from cities like L A and Detroit. Cops who have dealt with gang problems and violent crime that make ours pale in comparison. Until this city gets a real handle on the street level crime, all of the flowery horse shit about beautification and education and choo choo trains, is nothing but the clueless ramblings of people who rarely if ever travel to the areas that need the most help.

There is an entire population of good, honest, decent people on the city's east side who are being held hostage by a growing number of predators who place no value on life in general. Until the mayor and city council build rapport and confidence with the good people in bad areas, there can be no change, no progress just more of the same. The way to do that is through more effective law enforcement. When people no longer are gunned down while innocently sitting on their front porch, when the businesses that already exist are given more protection from the thugs that constantly use them as their own personal ATMs, when people can go out without fear of getting caught in a crossfire, then and only then will this city's government begin to build a lasting trust with the people who live in the inner city. When the people have confidence in the police and city government, they will report crime, they will be proactive in larger numbers, crime will drop. At the end of the day the truth is really simple, cooperating with the police will get you killed, until that changes, the east side will remain a war zone.

G.L.O.R.I.A. A response to Kansas City's own Godzilla

I made a vow a few months back, I swore to never write another word about our Mayor. There are several bloggers, more versed on the ins and outs of City hall than I. About a third of my readers, dont call KC home, or the Midwest for that matter, so the whole local politics thing was lost on them anyway. However after Tonys Kansas City linked this Newsletter from the real Mayor, Gloria Squittro, how could I not respond? So call me a vow breaker, or wishy washy, or attack me with the Liar Liar pants on fire defense, but I cant let this pass. So without further adieu, my response to the Earth Mutha of city hall.

Dear Co Mayor Gloria,
I read your latest missive from Funks Front Porch, and I felt compelled to point out a few inaccuracies, misleading statements, and general run of the mill bullshit. My first point of contention is over this statement in your letter.
" the Mayor was disappointed when some of his fellow council members did not come to his defense after a former mayoral staffer filed an unfounded lawsuit against him."
I feel ya Glo, loyalty is hard to come by. First sign of trouble and they scatter like roaches. Then again, calling an African American woman Mammy, regardless of how you spell it is probably not the type of thing to rally the troops around you. You go on to say ...........
"Instead of coming to his defense, councilwoman Jan Marcason chose to exact punishment before the Mayor had a chance to defend himself in court. She did this by authoring a “volunteer” ordinance,"
That's one way of looking at it. Another way of looking at it, is that the ordinance was introduced to protect the city from future litigation. You go on to say..............
" It was clear to Funk that the real intent of the ordinance was to dictate to him how he runs his office as it only targeted his wife."
Bingo! Whooop there it is! That is exactly why the ordinance was introduced. You go on to say that this is the first time in the history of Mayordom that a first lady has been banned from City Hall. You are correct it is a first, another first is a city being sued by an employee for racial remarks made by the Mayors wife. Gee, you two really are trail blazers and innovators.

I had to get a tissue as I read the part of your letter about the mayors job taking Funk away from the family unit. How his 18 years of experience as city auditor prepared him to run the city. You go on to say that you both were naive when it came to how much time it took from your daily lives to actually be Mayor and Mayorette, a simple fact that must have eluded you during his 18 years of city auditing and bean counting. Cynics might call bullshit on ya, but not me. I believe the two of you really are that naive and ill prepared for the actual task at hand.

You go on to say ...."He also wants you to know that he is not going to let this situation stop him from making good on the olive branch that he extended to the council last Thursday"
Would that be the same branch you just used to beat them down with as you call them all traitors and back stabbers?

On a brighter note you assure us all that great changes have already taken place in Kansas City, thanks to the Mayors cracker jack skills. I'll take your word on that, I'm sure this city is better off since Funk took office. I'm not sure how we are better off. You mention revitalization of the urban core, ummm, you might check my Urban Blight series, seems you guys missed a few things in the urban core that could use attention. You also mention an education summit, which must explain a drop out rate of close to half the students in the school district, or not. You said something about youth programs , maybe you can enroll the 14 and 15 year olds who kill each other with such regularity in your revitalized urban core.

Naysayers and critics might accuse you and the mayor of being out of touch with the people of Kansas city. I say bullshit. Why it seems like only yesterday you were talking about visiting the Black part of town. Out of touch, I think not, although you might want to rephrase that bit about the black part of town.

In closing, I just want to wish you all the best in your future endeavors. Maybe now that you wont be spending all of your time at city hall you can brush up on some of the finer points of being a public figure, a role you threw yourself in to with much zeal, but little grace. Here's a short list for you, I know , lets call it Homework since you'll hopefully be spending more time there.
1. Stop adding a double ee to words as a term of endearment. some words dont sound good with a long e sounded added to them. Words like Mam, Dark, Black,...the list goes on my dear, but I think you get my point.
2. I realize you are a free spirit, but going shoeless in city hall could be considered crass and unprofessional.
3. Stop playing the victim. Seriously, the whole martyrdom thing is soooo 1500's.
4. Don't speak, it just seems to get you in trouble.
5. Make your xmas letter a little less xxx. Last years Christmas letter , you know the one about the Mayors prostate exam, too much info Glo. And not for nothin, but a little creepy.
There is much work to be done if you want to be recognized as Kansas City's first Lady, instead of the foul mouth broad who runs shoeless through the highest office in Kansas City. On second thought, it's really too late, first impressions usually stick with you.

There are people who would say Kansas City's first couple are comparable to Alice and Ralph Cramden, but not me, I think too highly of Jackie Gleason, and Jane Meadows was kind of hot. To be honest, I am afraid this letter has just been a fruitless effort, and my stellar advice will fall on deaf ears. In the end, I'm afraid that stubbornness, lack of concern for the city, petty bickering , inaction and inattentiveness will rule the day from the Mayors office, business as usual. While the Mayors of most cities focus on trivial things, like crime, infrastructure, education, etc, our mayor is preoccupied with fighting for a nonexistant right to have his wife six feet up his ass in city hall. King Nothing fiddles while Rome burns. In other words, you can put Earth Shoes on a pig, but it's still a pig.

Urban Blight Tour 08..............Marlboro Blight

The Marlboro area has gone through several transformations over the past 25 or 30 years, none of them good. Inhabited in large part, by lower middle income, blue collar whites, and low to mid level blue collar type criminals during the 70's and 80's, that followed by a slow but steady integration of African American blue collar types , along with street level young black dope slingers. Don't let anyone ever tell you that the proliferation of black criminals has caused Marlboro's decline, it was in the basement before the first thug ever rolled through on his dubs. Long before the first Fiddy wanna be cooked up a piece of crack, there was a long line of whiskey tango petty thieves and stringy haired dope dealers. While I'm at it, please if you are from Marlboro, please refrain from telling me how great the street you live on is. One or two blocks of yards that get mowed twice a month, doesn't make you Mission Hills. Your neighborhood as a whole, is a shit hole, but you knew that already.

Two of the city's most notorious Motels call Marlboro home. There has been more coke rocked up, and more clandestine meth labs in the 4 Acres Motel, than an Independence trailer park. The only reason the city hasn't condemned the joint is containment, keeps the riff raff from fanning out through the city.

So Marlboro, we have a history, I lived there for a couple of years, grew up west of there by a mile or two, knew a large number of nefarious characters from Marlboro. There really isn't anything special about the area. It's just another section of the city, that is largely ignored, save the occasional drug bust, lab fire or random murder. I think that is the most troublesome thing about Marlboro, and all of the other rundown areas in the city, there's nothing special about them.

I'll let you in on a little secret, this whole Urban Blight series has been the easiest thing I've ever done. I never had to drive far or look hard to find run down, ragged neighborhoods. I never really gave it much thought, but this city really is on the skids. Sure there are still nice areas in Kansas City proper, but for every good one, I can show you an equally piss poor one. And not for nothin, but the whole thing has been a little depressing. Driving around as much as I do, looking at all of this decay eating away at the city, all bullshit aside, it saddens me. I've said it before, I really love this city, my city, even though she ain't nearly as pretty as she once was.

This is my last Urban Blight post, at least for now. I have only skimmed the surface, and in the not too distant future, I'll be back with more. The thing is, I feel like I might be typecasting myself. Writing about prison, ragged neighborhoods, crime, all negative shit. So I'm going to brighten things up around here. I'm working on a series about garden gnomes , it should be a hoot.

Just kidding about the garden gnomes, I hate those fuckin things.

Urban Blight Tour 08...........East Side

There is no way I could cover every corner of what most of us call, Kansas City's East side. East of Paseo, or Troost, or even as far as Prospect, pick your jump off point. The most bleak area in the city, is centered by Prospect Ave, and runs from 39th north to the 20's. If you live in a better area than this, and you most likely do, then spending twenty or thirty minutes driving around here will depress you, and make you feel like the love child of Donald Trump and Oprah. After spending some time driving through this war zone, I feel rich beyond measure, and trust me, if it cost a quarter to shit, I'd have to throw up.

The first thing you notice when you drive through these neighborhoods, every single person you pass, they look at you and the look says you don't belong here. Like the black guy said to Edward Norton in American History X, "Just remember, in here, you the nigga. Not me." That is true in practically every prison in the Nation, and equally true east of Troost. If you are white and prowling these streets you are either a cop, a victim, an addict, a trick, or a mildly retarded blogger. I don't mean to sound crass or insensitive, but the unicorns of Brookside, don't venture east of Holmes road. So I cant write about the East side in a sensitive and politically correct tone. It wouldnt ring true. It's a hard place, and it begs for the hard truth. Not every single home is run down, there are people who take pride , who bust their humps every day, and who live there by choice, or circumstance, doing the best they can. That said, you don't have to look far to find blight, poverty and whole lot of shit you are better off not finding. In fact you would be hard pressed to drive down any side street and not find at least a couple of boarded houses every block or two.
If you pay much attention to the News, you know that the majority of killings happen to the east, you also might see some local Politician on the news, selling the latest war on crime, or guns, or weeds, or the latest revitalization effort. Judging from these pictures, I'd say the weeds and blight are winning the battle. With a murder rate that is on target to be one of the highest in the city's history, and a city hall mired in a quagmire of bullshit and incompetence, things are going to get worse in the city's poorest area.
I stepped outside about halfway through writing this post. There was a police helicopter circling around outside, I can never resist going outside when I hear one. Around here I hear a lot of them. They fly low, all you can see is the lights, hear the trees whipping up. It's not particularly smart to stand outside in the dark when a police helicopter is searching for suspects. You could get shot by the cops, or who ever they are looking for. So when I'm standing out in my darkened driveway, watching it all unfold, I'm never totally relaxed, my eyes are always scanning my surroundings. Driving around the east side of Kansas City today, in broad daylight, is a lot like that feeling, multiplied by 50. In most every single post on urban blight I have cracked several jokes at the expense of what ever area I was writing about. But I've got to tell you, I got nothin. This shit just isn't funny, not on this level.

Everyone has their own personal opinion about why the east side of Kansas city is in the shape it's in. I think there are plenty of guilty parties, but that's not what this post is about. This just gives you a quick glance of a place. the east side is like Humpty Dumpty; And all the kings horses, and all the kings men...........well , you know the rest.

Urban Blight Tour 08.......Midtown.

Mention Midtown Kansas City and it will automatically evoke a response, a perception, an opinion. Say what you will it is the most diverse area in the city. It is also one of the most blight ridden areas around. Unlike KCK or neighborhoods east of Paseo, midtown doesn't have a high number of vacant and dilapidated homes. What we do have is an overabundance of, empty , condemned, and dangerous apartment buildings. Commercial buildings that have long been passed over by commerce. Click on the small pictures to enlarge.

Midtown also has more than its fair share of registered sex offenders. Thirty one baby rapers and tree jumpers in an area that encompasses a couple of square miles. For some reason we also have an overabundance of crazy people. Take the intersection of 39th and Main for example, at any given time you are likely to see some crazy modern day John the Baptist railing from his pulpit, even if his pulpit is a trash can next to the bus stop shelter. There is an old woman I see around the area often, hair dyed a bright orange red, lipstick smeared from under her nose to her chin. There is the Plasma center on Broadway, one of my readers once commented that they felt like they were in a video game every time they drove that stretch of Broadway. Wack jobs, crack heads and morons, darting out in to traffic, walking slower as your car approaches, as if they are daring you to hit them.

The churches cover their stained glass windows with Plexiglas, yellow from time, the color and beauty of the artisan glass obscured from the outside. Life is cheap in certain parts of Midtown. This particular building , one of my pet peeves , a den of scumbags and vipers, the building should be torn down, all evidence of its existence erased. The bright and oddly placed fiberglass umbrellas mark the building like beacons. Mothers leave their toddlers alone here while she goes to sling dope or sell her ass, she leaves her kids to fend for themselves. They find her stash and end up in the hospital from ingesting crack cocaine. When dusk approaches you will always find 3 or 4 raggedy popcorn pimps and small time drug dealers in front of this cesspool. You can see street walkers who long ago lost any semblance of attractiveness. They come and go, about the business of spreading god knows what disease or virus, neglecting their children, chasing the glass pipe. What you rarely , if ever see in front of this building, is the police. This place is 3 blocks from the police station on Linwood, I have yet to see a cop car posted out front of this shit hole, to discourage the scumbags who use it as a base of operations.

These two buildings directly across from the police station where Federal Halfway houses. When I got out of the joint, I spent 6 months here. the feds eventually shut the place down, not sure why. And this building, one of, if not the first Russell Stovers candy stores in the city. It has been everything from a tobacco shop to a bonding agency. Now it sits waiting for some new tenant, some new business, that will almost surely fail, just like most new businesses from Troost, east.

There are still traces of what once was a thriving commercial and retail area. Much of Midtown is booming, 39th street west of the Trafficway is thriving, the neighborhoods clean and over priced. The farther east you travel, the more blighted and stagnate the area becomes. Even the old historic signs, like ghosts of better days, are being slowly erased. My family and friends wonder why I stay, why anyone capable of getting out would stay. There are moments I wonder about that myself. The truth is, I cant imagine living anywhere else in the city. Dirty, dangerous, rundown, Midtown is all of those things, but it's home.

Urban Blight Tour.........The land of Cake and Steak.

Blight is all in the eye of the beholder. One mans blight is another's flight. Today's Urban Blight Tour takes us not in to the heart of darkness, but the land of blandness. There are no meth addled trailer park creatures, or thugged up gangstas to worry about where we are going. The biggest threat isn't a car jacking or stray bullet, the enemy here is a same sameness that is more frightening than anything I encounter in Midtown. Today my intrepid reader, we explore the Johnson County Subdivision, and all that comes with it. Now before some of my more thin skinned readers , who hail from JoCo, get their Tommy Hilfiger's in a bunch, let me say this. If you chuckled at the posts I have done on any number of my urban brethren, then turn about is fair play, it's your turn now.

Much of JoCo I actually like. The old sections of Prairie Village, Fairway, etc., are nice, however, 99 percent of the subdivisions developed in the last 10 or 15 years in JoCo make me want to dig my eyes out with a spoon. Listen, I have to drive around in these neighborhoods all day, 6 or 7 hours of tan, gray, and olive houses, all looking exactly like the one before it. I get Khaki Blind. By the way I just invented that term, I think. Khaki Blind is much the same as Snow Blind, but instead of being blinded by the whiteness of nothing but snow, I am blinded by the nothingness of subdued earth tones and mini vans.

People who live in these subdivisions fancy themselves different from the Boyz in da Hood, but they have more in common than they think. Lets take a look at the striking similarities. Inner city gangs mark their turf with graffiti. JoCo subdivision dwellers mark theirs with signs like , Deer run, or Cedar Ridge. While Gang Bangers wear colors to signify their set, JoCo subdivision dwellers put those little oval shaped white stickers in the rear window of the SUV, the initials of their subdivision in black. Outsiders are given the stink eye when rollin through the hood, outsiders are given the stink eye when driving through a JoCo subdivision. In the hood, gang sets are divided by streets, in JoCo subdivisions, streets don't go through from one to the other, again division by street. Gangstas favor SUV,s , BMW's, Lexus, and Mercedes, so do JoCo subdivision dwellers . The list goes on, but I wont. While the chance of getting shot, robbed, jacked , or cut down in a drive by are slim in JoCo, there are other perils one must avoid and be on the look out for at all times. There is the self important douche bag , sipping a latte, talking in to his blue tooth and looking in the mirror at his new caps, while driving 50 in a 35 down Shawnee mission parkway. There is a danger of becoming hopelessly lost if you aren't familiar with the area you are in. You cant use landmarks in JoCo. You cant tell someone to turn right at the Bed Bath and Beyond, there's one every 6 blocks. How many sheets and towels do you people need?

We all like to think we are different from one group of people or another, in the end we all share more in common than we like to let on. Since I cant bare the thought of another day of snapping pictures of tan McMansions, my next urban blight post will be focused on my beloved Midtown. After that I am going to take you to an area to see some rural blight, the likes of which, you have never witnessed. Now I'm out of here, spending a Sunday in JoCo has left me hankering for a few therapeutic bong hits and a quick game of walk the dogs while avoiding the wino's, bums, and hookers. Man it's good to be home!

MM's note**** I got some pictures mixed up from another post I'm working on and inadvertently posted it here. A reader on crime scene Kansas City caught it. So thanks to Tim for pointing it out, and the error has been corrected****