Kansas City was great. I think I could have slept some more, but events were always moving right along. Saw a lot of family and remembered more of them that I thought I wouldn. At the same, some people were there that I flat out did not know. That is why you have these sorts of things. You become more aware of who it is that makes up your family. Good lord there are a lot of us, and not everyone was there. If they were, we wouldn’t have had so much left over food.
Probably the absolutely best moment of this weekend came at sundown. Sure, I did my fair share of making things blow up, but the guys in the backyard put on an impressive show(mental note: spending the 4th in states where fireworks are legal is very much a good thing). After that was over, we had to drive back into the city. The entire way, the horizon was alive. Everywhere around you, sparks and explosions. It was probably the most incredible fireworks display that I have ever seen in my life. Behind old Comisky Park, Atsugi, and Yokohama, this just rocked everything I have stored within the depths of my memory.
A lot to do today after the holiday weekend. The Jazzfest was rained out on Friday. Rain is an understatement. In the middle of the Orquestro Alto Maiz, people ran in terror as the skies opened up. We packed up the equipment in about ten minutes, but now the task comes to seeing what survived. With hope, all will be well.