Springtime in Kansas

While the following is not related to personal finance, I thought it would be some great entertainment, after reading it in today's "letter's to the editor section of the local paper."

Springtime in Kansas

When I was child, my grandfather told me a story about an old Mexican man who died and went to Heaven. There, the old man played cards with God, St. Michael and St. Joseph. They played old man card games, smoked stubby, non-filtered, Turkish blend cigarettes, and drank sweet wine from grapes that they harvested and fermented.

One day God asked the old man, "Don Pedro, what do you miss?" The old man replied without hesitation, " I miss my beautiful wife, wonderful family and Kansas in the evening during springtime.

"The Kansas evening springtime begins as the dot, dot, dash, dash, dot of the firefiles flash the darkness like Broadway lights. As you enter a theater, a one-eyed, red-eyed giant usher blinks Beware ... beware of obstructions in the night.

"A curtain of darkness is drawn, and the frog, cricket, cicada and June bug perform a concert where no reservation, tuxedo or ticket is required and the smell of a freshly cut lawn and tilled loam fills the senses like buttered popcorn from a concession stand.

"For an overture, there are the stars. Oh, God, the stars! They can't be described. But they can be wished upon, cried upon and prayed upon.

"For the finale there's silence, silence that's humbling and reminds one of his destiny."

With that said and in the middle of the card game God, St. Michael and St. Joseph asked to be excused. Don Pedro asked, "donde vas?" and in unison and with a smile on their face they respond, "It's springtime, and we're going to Kansas."

DOMINIC ADAME, Topeka, KS