The Magical Mystery Tour.......

has done come and taken us away.

Because I'm old, hardheaded, I opened my dadgum default search engine Bing and entered my preferred Google.com so I could search The Magical Mystery Tour song meaning.  A lotta "I suppose it could be" about some ugly stuff (drugs, Holocost, troops heading off on a tour in wartime, geez Loise, even Charlie Manson suggestion.)

Nomme. I like the words themselves, Magical Mystery Tour.

To me, with apologies to The Chairman Of The Board, that's life.

Life is yummy.

Further apologies to John Cougar Mellencamp Swift Kelce, I was born in a small town.

Chiefs at WJC, The KuKu, The Corner Bar, Kelsos, allover. As a little kid, wondrous. Super Bowl Champs, yeah baby........  George, threatening batting .400. Hal McCrae sliding into second knocking the shortstop into southern North Kansas City. Frank's Gold Glove(s). The calm, wise, lovable Dick Howser.

We then raised havoc, families, hamsters, war protests.. Wore bellbottoms, long hair, surfer shirts, AGD hats, mullets (e-gads). Drove Chevys to levies that you could distinctively.denote "nope, that ain't a '56, that's a 57." Magical Mystery Tour. Can't do's that nowadays, hell, I don't even know all the insignias of all the various automakers.

We even had some down times, but... that's life, right Frank?  

Class reunions at good ole shelter houses, family reunions too.  Hugs, love, former lovers, present lovers, platonic lovers.

Kids.  Had kids.  Christmas at 4:30am once again.  Eh, coffee helped. As did the wide eyed excitement. A magical mystery tour. Red Ryder BB Guns, Cabbage Patch Kids, Pound Puppies, Teddy Ruxpin.  Magical Mystery Tour, "You're doing well", right Teddy?

Speakin' o' Pound Puppies - pound puppies. Our pets, beloved, loyal, yummy, over the years have helped fill our half full glasses.  I recently eyeballed (fancy for people watched) folks at our smalltown Fall Festival. (More in a sec)... which reminds me of stops along the I was born in a small town Magical Mystery Tour:  4th of July Celebrations, Bicentennials, pillow case toting, filling up Halloweens, Graduations, Weddings, Concerts, yada.

Where was I?  Oh yeah, I was born in a small town, on a Magical Mystery Tour. I was people watching at our Fall Festival, WHICH, is fancy for dog watching too.  Mebbe one in ten held a leash (or two) as the hounds led the way like the band's baton twirler.  Simularly to the twirler a wavin', so were the dogtails.  IS THERE MUCH IN LIFE MORE ENTHRALLING, HAPPY, .SMILE INVOKING AS A WAGGING DOGTAIL?

Welcome Hos, Salvy, Esky, Moose, Gordo, all.  Oh some early hiccups, trips up and down I-29 to/fro Omaha. Ever eat a pine tree?  No, that ain't it. Ever go to the Omaha Zoo?  It's Magical too.  Anyways, all them dudes, 84% of KC folks wearing blue, chorusing in bars, out on the street, wherever, whenever, often "LET'S GO ROYALS" clap clap clap clap clap.   I supposed even ifya had the clap, it was a Magical Time.  Sorry, kinda, not really.

Even Ned went from grumpy kinda old man to beloved manager, interview dude.

We retired 'cause we're tired.  Take this job and shove it. Our new commutes are to the coffee pot, the local diner to chat with fellow raisins, then, to the Sealy Posturepedic whenever we wanna.

Grandkids poppin out.  Preggo again?  There AIN'T NO WAY I could love that second grandkid as much as numero uno.  But ya do. Life, it's a Magical Mystery Tour.  Christmas now starts at 3:30am very shortly after Santa has gone to bed.  BUT, the good thing, it's at your kid's house now, and Granny and Grandpa get to snooze in, then go see the Leggos, Toy Story, Tonkas, around 9:30am or so.  Hell to the yum. Upon arrival to see the beloved grands, 'daddy' is struggling with an instruction sheet and 43 parts to a toy. Ahhhhhhh, karma, life, but dayum good.

2 and 12.  Who's this Big Red guy? Annuder former 49'er QB to lead us?  Hey, he ain't bad, nice man too.  Then, WHOOP, THER' IT IS, with the 10th pick in the 2017 draft, we get The Future, the guy who threw for more yards in one game in college than anyone ever before (734), QB1, Jake from State Farm's best friend, the one who made barbers across KC, the Midwest learn how to chop that hairdo of his as little kids in #15 jerseys begged mom and dad for the cut. Hell, even somea us old farts bought, wore wigs like it.  Forever young, right Mr. Dylan? Can you say Sterling, Bronze, GOLD?

Fitty.  Fitty years since High School?  Well, yes, but we got 'this thing' going on, we might have to mask up and celebrate next year. We'd better be smarter than the average bear (right Yogi?) and hibernate awhile. It was with great debate, but, this blog is about happy, Magical Mytery Tour. Shit happens.  That's life.  Ya get knocked down, ya get up again, you're never gonna keep us down.

We drive around town, we see "Hey, that's where the Smith's usedta live"... yeah, I heard the Mrs passed a bit ago. Without tears there would be no joy.  We joy, rejoice in remembering those that have led the way on this Tour. We proudly keep fond memories in special drawers, pics on wall, forever etched within our brains for quick recall.

Fitty.  Fitty years, then, World Champs.  Union Station, recently painted in 800,000 blue, now Red. And then, again.  Go Big Red and he done did, twice.

Fitty plus, actually fitty six years ago, the first exhibition game after our hearts broke in Super Bowl One, we had an exhition game against, De Bears. A is for airplane, N is for NFL, do we really belong?  Damn Strait we do George, 66 to 24 we whipped up on dose Bears.

Kodak, cube flashes, photo booths for quick pics with your buds, 112 lb camcorders, thankfully, mama didn't take our Kodachromes away...  flash forward to yesterday.

De Bears. Deja Vu allover again, right Yogi? Led by Andy, our mustache drawing, chicken nugget stealing, genuine good guy, great leader, and his team, carried out a wonderful game plan getting all fitty-three involved. QB1 was again the star, but not the biggest one, right Travis?

Life goes Swift, but it's been one helluva Magical Mystery Tour.

Heading back to the Sealy for a bit. Life, every inch of the ruler of it, is grand.  A Magical Mystery Tour where we never know what's gonna turn up - but mosta the time, it's yummy.

Love, Victurd