The Mishap

After leaving the lovely Alyssa Cunningham's residence, you were a wonderful host, I drove on down to Kansas City. I started out at the excellent Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art. It had great open space in for a city block or so of beautiful green grass with tree lines along each of the sides. The walkways were in the shade and scattered throughout were sculptures; most prominently features William Moore a sculptor from Topeka, Kansas.

I wasn't all about his style, mostly abstract and lumps of shapes. On many of the plaques, with quality quotes from the artist, he made it sound like an accident. On one he said he thinks its like a centipede, it's definitely more animal than human. Thanks for your expert opinion on your own piece. Still he's created something, I haven't.

The other thing that stands out about the museum are the massive shuttlecocks. In the 90's the museum had a celebration in which they had a dutch couple come up with some structures. They decided that the set up of the museum made it appear as the lawn was a badminton court and the museum was the net. Those Dutch always about the badminton.¹

I've never really been a fan of Cubism. I mean I can respect the ideal, perception of an object on a flat surface should be different than that of a 3d existence², but it has never caused me to feel a certain amount of emotion. However, Nelson-Atkins had a few awesome cubist paintings that I thought were great. Gaberndorf II created by Lyonel Feininger was excellent. It was just an image of a street that had just an excellent style that reminded me of something you would see as a drawing in a book. I'll re-think Cubism.

After the museum³, I stood in line for an hour to get my hands on the Z-man from Oklahoma Joe's. It was fantastic. The brisket was fantastic and the barbecue sauce was a delicious vinegar based tangy sauce. They top it with two onion rings that had a crispy, sweet batter that really gave an extra crunch the sandwich needed. Glad to have it and next time I want to get the burnt end sandwich.

While driving out to Clinton State Park I noticed that my trunk latch had snapped off. This is not good. I do not have the original key for my beautiful 1996 Corolla and the key does not open the trunk. Nothing I could do on the road so I continue on to the park. After I arrive at the park I tried with my keys and a phillips head screwdriver to pop up the the latch to pop the trunk. It was not to be. So plan B was to take apart the back seat in order to get at my things. The problem is that I did not have access to a socket set to unbolt the seat. Luckily, my neighbor campers had one and I was able to take it apart and get at my things to set up the tent before dark. The camp host came around eventually with a tube of super glue to re attach the latch. It seems to be successful right now, but to be safe all the important items are now in the car and not in the trunk.

After working up a sweat, I went to take a shower. Much to my surprise the entire bathroom was outside. There were walls, just no roof. Thankfully there was no rain.

1No idea if the Dutch are as big on Badminton as they are on Field Hockey.

2It is what I was told, but it looks incorrect in writing. Do your own research.

3There was a lot more to look at, but I wanted to get to the campground before dark.