The Wild West…

The turn to the west out of our hotel was greeted by my new balance trail shoes loosing their grip. A quick look down revealed why; ice. My mind raced back. Oh yeah, I’m in the Wild West and had almost forgotten. KC, you see, doesn’t salt their streets or sidewalks whenever the threat of slippery conditions is coming. They just don’t…

I walked on, just a bit more cautiously. Making my way past the Lockton building I continued west up 47th street. My pace was super slow and my mind was racing. I was taking in the route. I noticed pizza by the slice and Liams insurance on the left. A couple walking their three dogs passed me on the right. I climbed the San Francisco like hill and there was Krits house. I looped past and listened to a couple neighbors sharing an ice scraper. I turned to the east and back down the hill. Making my way back to our hotel was magic. I was memorizing this route for a reason. This little stretch of concrete is kinda special, you see.

This little stretch is special cause it’s the stretch our little girl traverses to and from her work. Now, I have a more vivid picture in my mind. Every morning I’ll remember this route and visualize Krits coming and going. Shoe go bye bye has gone. I get to see her on occasion but I can visualize her as often as I wish. As I cautiously made my way up the slippery steps, I thanked God for this memory and for the gift of this visit. Slippery conditions slowed me down and helped me take it all in. Memory made. And, now we’re off.

Shoe go bye bye, Miss, Tay, and I have some more memories to make…