To be kind to host cities, I should quit going on vacation

The title says it all. I go on vacation and trouble follows. A couple of years ago, we go to Eureka Springs. We had a great time, but, apparently, so did the all the bikers. Turns our there was a "blues festival" that weekend, which is a code word for "every loud and scary biker in the area, descend on this city NOW!" It wasn’t pretty.

Most recently, I took the family to Kansas City this past weekend for some fun at museums, petting zoos, and a Chiefs game. As (bad) luck would have it, Barak Obama was in town, holding a rally. I took a picture from the site of the rally, which you can see on the right. See the smoke coming from the chimney. It has to be straight from the pits of You Know Where. Angela didn’t think so, but I’m convinced.

So to Eureka Springs and Kansas City, I apologize. To San Francisco, which we visited last spring, I don’t owe you anything. You did that to yourself. 🙂