Going to Kansas City

I remembered the blues song, “Going to Kansas City,” from a Muddy Waters show at our college union. When Muddy got to the mike, the first thing he did was ask everybody to get rid of the folding chairs set out in front of the stage, and stand up and dance. Which we all did. I had that rollicking, rolling blues song in mind when our bureau chiefs were going to Kansas City to hire reporters for Missouri and Kansas. And I wanted to go along.

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