upstairs in Kansas City

Dad came to visit this past week, and while we were talking, he asked me what I remember about Kansas City. This is what I told him.

I remember looking out onto the street from my upstairs bedroom window after I got in trouble and Mom had spanked me. I remember thinking "Mom, you are going to be in so much trouble for spanking me when Dad comes home."

Dad laughed and said "Boy, did you have that wrong!".

Yes I did.