The Projects
So today I accidentally stumbled across a public housing project deep in the ghetto of KC. I was quite excited. The Projects absolutely intrigue the bejeesus outta me. I shouldn't have been all that surprised though given the fact that as I was leaving the school in that area I passed by a few students getting escorted out of the school in handcuffs by police officers. No big deal, just another day at the office I suppose. But anyway, I drove by the Project a few times, just to make sure it was indeed a "project" as I suspected. I tried to read the rusty and bullet hole decorated sign out front as best as I could, and then I googled it, and sure enough the internet proved me to be right. The first result listed was "Kansas City, Kansas Government Funded Housing Projects." So then I came home and looked through all of my interest cards I had collected to try to figure out which students lived there. I was extremely disappointed to find that the most interested boy in class who said he wanted to study animation was a project baby. Poor kid, he'll never be able to afford the school. I thought for just a second about scheming a way for me to pay his tuition somehow. But then I remembered the fiasco that was "Scott's Tots," and figured I better leave this problem to the ol gov't once again before I get in too deep and began plotting my own "Tay's Tots" or maybe I would call it "Tay's terTots." Nevermind that though, I'm sure Obama will figure something out. So besides the Projects in this area, there are also quite a few barbecue joints, as well. This one particular restaurant on the corner had a sign that said "Home of the Best Baked Beans." Say no more. I am a bit of a connoisseur of bakes beans, you might say. Even in the 3rd grade when it was strictly taboo and against the social rules of Elementary for girls to get seconds, especially on beans of all things, I broke the rules and went for thirds and fourths even. So yesterday afternoon Chris and I made the trek to eat at Ricky's Barbeque- a corner restaurant with no central air, or diet pop, and a smoker bigger than their entire kitchen, I bet. Oh, and they served their sandwhiches on white Wonder Bread, no joke. But it was quite tastey, and the beans, the delicious beans were some of the best baked beans I have come across. So if I throw myself a birthday party here in KC in about a month I am for sure having Ricky cater it. Because as soon as Chris and I were able to understand his ebonics and could stop simply smiling at him and nodding our heads, he was a really friendly guy.
