We don’t have an ocean or mountains and many people I’m sure wonder why we live in the Midwest, but I’ll tell you it’s the people.
You know your neighbors and you say hello to strangers on the trail— sometimes you hug a 70 year old named Andy after you see him day after day (I can’t wait till it warms up again to see him again. I’ll put him back in stories if you’re new here).
Everyone is genuinely concerned about you if you wave and they don’t wave back, but then you think— maybe their dog died or maybe they’re sick. “I should pray for them.”
Speaking of, the lady at the discount store I frequent prayed for me when I went to Rwanda a couple weeks ago and when I returned she said she was pleased I didn’t die like I thought I would. Of course I told her I was afraid to die, that’s just casual conversation at the checkout while she showed me the new shipment of the special hippie gum I like.
All that to say, Kansas City is community. When we lose, it’s “better luck next year!” and when we win, we all we win. We run to each others houses and spray champagne on the porch. And people are in tears and we run the flags in the streets and we pop fire works illegally and honk tirelessly.
The next day you all wear red and school is canceled for the big parade and you tell stories, not about football as much, but about how nice Mahomes really is. “Levelheaded and kind, and a hell of an arm.”
And that is better than the highest peaks and the bluest waters. I will retract that statement in March when it snows for the 300th time, but for now, I believe KC is the best city in the whole world.