RKDeem Meets The Marching Cobras

When I travel for work, I always try to sneak out and steal a little adventure.  My previous excursions to KC have yielded fantastic bar-b-que, but other than that, I’ve come away a little disappointed.  Last night, I followed the sounds of loud booming explosions, banging, and rattling to a hypnotic and fantastic rhythm.  I finally came to the source and witnessed what can only be described as human fireworks, it was the famous Marching Cobras of Kansas City.  Okay, I had never heard of them, but I think they are a pretty big deal around here.  They group of drummers/dancers range from 10 to 50, 50 pounds to 300 pounds, tall and short.  They come together to make a roaring explosion of sights and sounds, I just stood there with my mouth slightly open, completely mesmerized.  Here’s a video of them, it doesn’t really capture the entirety and it certainly does not capture the immense volume, but it gives you about 1/10 of how awesome it was.

I also was very thirsty this morning as I was about to leave for work and saw a nice glass bottle of milk at the coffee shop.  The glass was from the Shatto dairy and it was by far the best glass of milk I’ve ever had.  If you’re ever in KC, you absolutely need to try Shatto milk and these small sized glass bottles are a great thing to grab as you walk out the door. 

My trip to KC was a big success, had very effective and meaningful meetings.  Looking forward to coming home tomorrow.


I remember when I was a kid, I used to always drink 99% of the Iced Tea in the fridge because we had a rule that the person who finished it, had to make a new batch.  We always had the tiniest bit of Iced Tea sitting in the fridge, sometimes I’d even hold a grudge against the rest of my family for not finishing the last 1% of the Iced Tea so a new batch would be made for me. 

As a kid, you really only see the world through your own eyes.  There’s probably a million other examples of me being a complete jackass and I never even realized it at the moment.  As wonderful as kids are, they can also be really stubborn. 

I am very patient, I can ask Winston about 199 times to not splash the water from the bathtub onto the bathroom floor, but he’ll do it a 200th time.  I can ask Winston not to hit his sister 199 times, but he’ll still hit her a 200th time.  I can tell Winston that he’s not getting a toy on our trip to Target, but he’ll still ask 1,000,000 times. 

While my first thought is that my kid is a complete knucklehead, upon further reflection, I realize that I am just starting to become less of a knucklehead myself.  As Mother’s Day is approaching, I recommend you all think about the stupid and irritating things you’ve probably done while you were growing up and thanking her for her patience.