Eighteenth & VineJimmy wandered the streets of Kansas City for hours trying to make sense of his inability to make a decision. At first, the shops and restaurants blended into the scenery until a wonderful aroma broke him out of his funk. He followed the scent and wound up at a barbecue stand on the corner of Eighteenth and Vine. Two people waited in line. The stand’s proprietor picked up the bewildered look on Jimmy’s face.
“What can I get for a strapping young man like you? I have the best barbecue in Kansas City. Everything is smoked over the finest wood and topped with my peppery sauce. Twenty-five cents for whatever you want: beef, possum, woodchuck, or raccoon.”
Jimmy took a step back when he heard the list of meats. “It sure does smell good, but . . .”
“I lost you when I said pos
