Sunday, October 27th, 2002
Went to Kansas City this weekend. We really like the Country Club Plaza area. It’s like a giant outdoor yuppie amusement park. One curious thing is the traffic. It’s a very busy area, but pedestrian and auto traffic get along great. I’m convinced KC drivers are just plain better than they are here. More courteous, anyway.
An obnoxious thing about KC is the almost total lack of meaningful road signs. In most big cities, you can rely on signs to eventually get you to the interstate. Not in KC. You can drive for miles on major intra-city thoroughfares and never have a clue where the big slab is. As one guy at the gas station put it, “Most cities have signs; we have secrets.”
Bought five Lotto tickets, none of which paid off, obviously. Like I’d be diddling away online right now if it had. Is there really any point in buying more than one Lotto ticket? Do the Fates look down and say, “Wait a mintue, this guy bought a dozen tickets”? All those wasted chances are bound to becosmically redeemed somewhere, somehow. Buying more than one ticket is just inviting a piano to fall on your head, if you ask me.