I’m in Kansas this morning. Brownbackistan, as it’s called by those who disagree with the current governor’s foolhardy and failed tax policies.
The hotel near the intersection of US 69 and I-435, in Overland Park, is dated but quite comfortable. The view is, well, of Kansas.
And I’m using a digital room key for the first time, meaning that I access the room from my phone. (I know . . . after my debacle three weeks ago, I should be demanding a key on a chain and an old-fashioned deadbolt.)
The cross-state soundtrack yesterday included two hours of NPR, Jason Gould’s new EP, Michael Feinstein and Hugh Martin singing the Hugh Martin songbook (and a few songs I did not know), then some of Audra McDonald. I’ll finish that one today.
Breakfast with Pop awaits!