I've moved 27 times in my life. I know, right? No, not an army brat. No good excuse really—a story for another day. I grew up across the bay from San Francisco, and have lived in all the cities along the East Bay. I've lived in cities in California, Illinois, Texas, Missouri, and Kansas—and Kansas City is by far the best. It's the first place that's felt like home.
Why is it so great? I have so many reasons.
1. The Kansas City Irish Fest. The welcoming people who are involved in the Kansas City Irish Fest don't care that I couldn't trace my Irish lineage to save my life. They welcomed me as part of their own, regardless. We get together at least once a month, and it doesn't even seem like work putting on the third-largest Irish Fest in the country.
That's me up there giving bunny ears to Dan Regan, my pal in crime. He's the reason I got involved in the first place. I sent in a nice email saying we'd had a wet blast at the fest after attending the first KC Irish Fest, the one that almost got washed away in the rain, and we've been pals ever since. I get to design the program, I used to run (baking, knitting, brewing, and photography) contests, I help coordinate the travel area, I help shuttle entertainers to and from the airport, I help out pretty much wherever I'm needed, and we all have way too much fun working this hard for free.
If you need something to do Labor Day weekend (Fri-Sat-Sun), make plans to come here. You'll have as much fun as we do. And you certainly don't have to be Irish!
Thanks for reading,
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