Rut ro! Donald got involved in the futboling and now everyone is going to have a political take on FIFA and World Cup. We can’t have nice things anymore. We couldn’t just sit back and enjoy the government giveaways to the FIFA kingdom; we had to mix up some leftists with some rightys and give this thing an American tilt.
Anyway, if the Donald can get FIFA to change course, is there any chance that John Sherman would take his calls? Maybe the baseball commissioner would take a call and could be cajoled into forgetting the first half of this season. Doesn’t hurt to dream. Make the Royals mediocre again is my slogan of choice.
Has anyone checked to see how diligently the City of Kansas City is tracking the soccer players’ income for the earnings tax that is due? The mayor said they would “try” to collect.
If you work in Kansas City and pay the tax, I suspect they take a few more steps than “trying” to collect from you.
My stepfather used to have an Old Taylor and seven up after a long day of work. After a couple or three of those, he’d pour his dinner drink of whole milk on the same ice cubes in the same glass, and I still can’t get over that. I think it traumatized me. Whiskey and milk should never be in the same room together, let alone sharing ice cubes or a glass.
He also once dropped a manhole cover on his thumb and spent his lunch hour using a power drill on the nail to relieve the pressure and then headed back to work. I generally consider urgent care for a paper cut, so maybe I’m just not very tough.
The recurring theme of my next few columns will be my daughter’s wedding. It is “The Wedding” in our small circle. Anyway, the wife and I are headed on small vacation next week and I was really touched when my daughter asked where we were headed and showed some interest in what we had planned.
She then warned us to be careful and asked us not to take any helicopters or small planes during the trip. I was touched by her care and thoughtfulness about us until the wife explained that said daughter just didn’t want to have to change anything on the wedding day timeline. Wife explained that personal injury or death of a parent immediately preceding a wedding kills the vibe. Live and learn, they say.
I did not have the Parkville mayor throwing hands at a car wash on my 2026 Platte County Political Bingo Card. I’ve met the mayor once and he seems like a good guy. I would guess him more of a “peaceful protestor” type chap, but maybe he’s been hitting the gym and some teledocs and got some testosterone flowing since I met him. We’re all looking for an edge as we conquer the chronological ticking of time.
Anyway, knowing that I was headed to Parkville on Saturday, Foley reached out and told me to stay clear of the car washes in town. I like a clean car, and I’d probably throw hands over a vacuum as well. Probably should pass a sales tax for more vacuums or something, I’m not a government expert, but that’s at least a starter idea for the first work session on the issue.
(Guy Speckman can be reached vacuuming his car anywhere but Parkville)
