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Today I was privileged to meet (and interview!) Danny O’Neill, the creator behind the Full Vengeance coffee I raved about last month. He built The Roasterie, the caffeinated heart of Kansas City and mecca for coffee aficionados.
For once, I didn’t take a zillion photos to share, in part because I don’t need any to go with this story, but also because I was so genuinely mesmerized by the entire experience. Danny O’Neill’s accomplishments and coffee roasterie are impressive, but they pale compared to the man himself.
His enthusiasm and joie de vivre are as intoxicating as his brews. He fills the room with his presence and creates a feeling of happiness by being so unabashedly happy himself. I loved his frank, honest nature. Bottom line: Danny O’Neill is awesome.
The woman who set me up with the interview is just as amazing. Kimberly Stern, a.k.a. as Kim Dishes, is a food, travel, lifestyle and healthcare writer as well as the mind behind KSquared Public Relations. Feel like that isn’t impressive enough? She also co-hosts LIVE! From Jasper’s Kitchen with celebrity Chef Jasper Mirabile.
How was I was feeling during my interview with Danny O’Neill at The Roasterie, home of my favorite coffee?
B. Mesmerized and amazed
C. Full of gratitude and joy
D. All of the above.
Of course you chose answer D, because you are brilliant and only brilliant and wonderful people read my blog. It was quite the experience and lucky day.
As an added fun note, we all visited Boulevard Brewing Company again while we were hanging around downtown and it just happened to be the brewery’s birthday! Lucky, fun and magical day. Here’s the short post I did about the first KC visit.
And now… I have work to do.
I got such a sweet message today informing me that the German musician Petra has included one of my digital collage creations into his latest video on his Acoustic Spirit Youtube channel.
I’ve posted the image online at Pixabay under the Creative Commons license for free use by others to inspire creative cross pollination like Petra’s video.
I don’t speak German, but Petra tells me this is what the words mean—
“There is a soldier, in the war. Friends and enemies are dying, Weapons sang a bad song. His world is cold, black… But he close the eyes and in his dream it is summer, he is sitting with his wife at a sea…it is winter and they walked, hand in hand… He is afraid, will he be the same man as before, will he lose the picture in his head, will good dreams come back, will she love him. His world is black and cold, will his world be colorful again?”
I am honored to have anything I’ve created be included in such a beautiful song and applaud Petra for both his talent, creativity and message. I hope to see more of his work soon and have subscribed to his channel.
The image I created appears the first time at 1:26, but I urge you to watch the whole video. I can’t understand a word of it, but it it visually pleasing and sounds lovely. You can enjoy it here:
We finally pulled into Kansas City. I smelled like vomit. Mr. Smith was in hyper “geterdone” mode. He and my son had the dogs walked and the truck unloaded in an hour.
Then we discovered that somehow during the trip, the car had lost all of its brake fluid and was leaking it from a rear tire. So, the first visit together in KC was to Firestone.
I tried to help, but mostly I stood around trying not to throw up and/or pass out, all while looking helpful. When everything was situated, I realized we had no shower curtain.
A lukewarm bath really didn’t seem like a fair reward for all we had endured, but I took it gratefully. I finally crawled into bed, shivering and ill, to sleep for hours.
A safe arrival was all we asked for, and a safe arrival is what we got. Despite the unpleasant parts of the trip, we count it as a success.
Little did we know the suffering that lay ahead… the trip started off great, except that I accidentally had my Google maps set to take back roads. I’ve only ever set it to that once, and it was earlier that day as an experiment. I forgot to set it back.
This resulted in the first hour of our trip driving down country lanes barely bigger than our truck and car caravan, with me yelling obscenities at Google and Mr. Smith telling me to calm down and watch the road. We figured it out shortly, and got underway.
I was the first driver and I started the trip by enthusiastically drinking a Five Hour Energy with a Redbull chaser. And then random snacks. Veggie Straws, chocolate covered almonds, turkey jerky… all of this was delivered via my mouth to go socialize with the pizza and BLT that already waited there. Then I followed up with another Five Hour Energy with a Redbull chaser. I was wired and drove for nine hours solid. Then I crashed…hard.
The next 12 hours I spent barfing into Walmart bags and feeling like death over the lovely country highways (meaning paved with large stones and cow poop) of Mississippi and Arkansas. Nothing against either state, but seriously? Spend some tax money on asphalt every now and then. I felt every notch in the pavement.
We tried to stop at a Walmart so I could clean myself up a bit and happened across the only Walmart in the US (maybe) that closes at 9 p.m. Isn’t there a law against that?
We stood outside of the Walmart, shivering under the burden of our first world problems, pushing against the glass trying to understand what was happening. Reality and bitter cold drove us back into the truck, denied.
We were traveling with three dogs, one of which became our least favorite as he decided to bark the entire trip. We were taking bets on which would go first, our sanity or his vocal cords. Turns out, both hung on by a thread. Mr. Smith heroically drove on through it all.
So why did a 14 hour trip take us 20 hours? Turns out a moving truck towing a car isn’t the zippiest thing on the road. We were pushing speeds of 40 mph up some of the steeper hills and got passed by a barn. Yes, a barn was faster than we were. I have video to prove it.
If the video embedded here loads too slow (like our truck), just see it on Youtube here.
I loved seeing everyone who stopped by yesterday and miss all of you already. I’m going to plan another trip in the spring which will be less hurried and more about visiting friends.
Thanks especially to the French Family of Cafe Bienville fame for babysitting Bree while we were up in KC setting things up.
I loved seeing you all, off the top of my head it was Denise, Rusty, Candice, Tom, Shari, Marni, Alyssa, Rachel and Paul… and of course the French Family and Cafe Bienville.
I apologize for the super short notice—it looked like I might not get to have a visit at all until the night before. This was all very rushed.
I’ve been craving one of those BLTs for two months now. Of all the wonderful things Kansas City has, I haven’t found anyplace here as good as Cafe Bienville in Niceville.
If you wanted to stop by and say hi and got your dates mixed up (you know who you are…:) don’t worry. I will be back, and next time it will be just for fun.
I’ll be there from noon to 2 p.m. This is a time change. Originally I was planning to be there later in the day, but I need to go see my adult son, who is staying in Florida, as well.
Stop by and say hi tomorrow, Sunday Nov. 12 from noon to 2 p.m. at Cafe Bienville, 314 Bayshore Dr, in Niceville.
Now I need to get moving… actual moving… into the new apartment and be ready for a 3 a.m. flight in the morning.
Now I can say that Hemingway and I have written for the same publication—the Kansas City Star. My story went up on their website this evening.
It was a fun story to do, but I felt very rusty. I didn’t ask a few obvious questions that I normally would have. I’m definitely out of practice.
With my car still in Florida, I had to Uber to the meeting and was late, thanks to a driver mishap. And I found a typo… but it still feels fantastic.
Maybe I’m being too much of a romantic, but I can’t help but wonder how Hemingway felt when he first saw his own byline in the Star. Did he see his name, inked on the newsprint, and imagine the future ahead?
Of course, I aspire to become as excellent as Hemingway one day. We all should. Why not set the bar high? For this moment, however, I am just happy to share a snippet of history with him. Me and Hemingway, writing for the Kansas City Star.
A screenshot of that magical byline… and find the story here.
I just sent in my first story for the Kansas City Star. A few weeks ago I’d written about having the opportunity to freelance for them. Yesterday it felt good to go back on assignment. I finished up the 700ish word piece this afternoon and sent it with the photos and cutlines.
About a family that has prospered despite suffering from multiple, major health issues, the story focuses on how their friends, family and hard work helped them survive and grow. As soon as it’s published in the Star, I’ll do a little bit on it here as well share their shop.
New city, new climate, new byline :)