It was unimaginable to me four months ago that I could fall in love with anything on the Missouri side of Kansas City. I am a Kansan, and a hardcore Kansan at that. I take pride in our sunflowers, I love my Jayhawks, I say “pop,”not “soda” and I absolutely detest Missouri. Four months ago, I started my internship at the American Jazz Museum and my eyes were opened to the greatness of the most overlooked, underappreciated, severely under-promoted neighborhood in Kansas City, the 18th and Vine District.
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