A supreme work of fiction

My thanks to you who took time out to read my short story "A Kansas City Funeral." I used to be really into writing fiction, and I had an original play performed at my high school sophomore year, but it's been a while since I'd done any short story fiction writing. The journalism stuff has left an imprint, since I went and dipped into the trusty "well of life experience" for that one...

I miss KC, but then again, I don't. I miss care-free car rides to the liquor store, but I don't miss picking up Jim Bob, the old souse who used to buy us alcohol on Friday nights (the fall of Jim Bob should make for it's own post someday, a tragic tale of drunken depravity). I miss the delicious irresponsibility of it all, I guess. My friend Justin is trying to get out now too, although I'm not sure how serious he is... I think getting out would be good for him. He's too damn smart for that town.

Bec and I have an anniversary on Tuesday, which is also her birthday. I'm now soliciting ideas for a combo birthday/anniversary gift. Must be inexpensive and "heartfelt." Feel free to leave a comment on this post with your suggestions. The clock is ticking people!