There is a grocery warehouse in Kansas City, KS appropriately named Associated Wholesale Grocers. This facility is located off I-635 and Kansas Avenue. Years ago I attempted to deliver a load of peanut butter to AWG. Back then they were located off U.S. 69, just across the river from where that casino is now. After getting jacked around for most of the day they sent me to an off-site warehouse which happened to be in one the area's limestone caves. My first and only time in a KC cave.
As an expediter I have passed by their new facility many times. Going south on I-635 and taking the ramp to Kansas Avenue offers an excellent view of the rear end of their building. It is especially impressive at night with the name aglow in red light, if you happen to be into that kind of thing. Whenever I see the building I am reminded of the load of peanut butter I tried to deliver. It also gets me thinking of how much fun it would be to disconnect the electrical supply to a few strategic letters. I would like to cut power to the o-i-a-t-e-d-W-s-a-l and e. At night the remaining letters would be a poignant message to every trucker that has had dealings with AWG or any other grocery house.
Last week I was north bound on I-635, heading up to the Flying Pilot in Kearney for the night. As I crossed over Kansas Avenue I had to look to the west for quick glimpse of the back end of the Associated Wholesale Grocers building. Once again I thought of killing the power to some key letters in their name.
During the night I had a dream. It wasn't a dream about freeing my people. It was a dream about a game show. I was a contestant on Wheel Of Fortune. I was the only contestant. Vanna White was there doing her thing but Pat Sajak was missing. In his place was Bill Clinton. Not President Clinton from days gone by but the current Bill Clinton. Hillary's husband. The guy that now resembles Bob Barker. Bill even shares some of Bob's predilections.
In my dream the game's rules had changed. The board started out with a phrase already showing. My task was to pick one letter and only one letter at a time. The chosen letter would then be turned, revealing only the back side, as if it had been erased or removed. The object was to remove letters from the original phrase to create a new phrase. As you can see below I was one letter away from creating a new, winning phrase when a big truck with straight pipes and Jake Brake caused my dream to skip a few tracks. My dream then went a different direction and got a bit weird.
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