Kansas City, Here I Come

In just a few short hours, my brother and I will be boarding a plane bound for Kansas City, Missouri. While I’ve enjoyed most of my adult life in the Pacific Northwest, I was born and raised in the Midwest, where I learned my work ethic and values. Something I’m proud of to this day. There are always a myriad of emotions and memories when I return home. Why the trip you ask? My father is getting married, and I’m not only the best man, but the photographer as well.

One of the things I’m looking forward to most is enjoying some world-famous Kansas City barbecue. It’s hard to find decent barbecue joints around here, but in my hometown they dot the map like Starbucks. If you’ve never had Kansas City barbecue, then you’re really missing some of the best barbecue you’ll ever eat. My favorite places to lick my fingers are Arthur Bryants, Gates and Sons, Smokehouse, Oklahoma Joe’s and BB’s Lawnside BBQ. Arthur Bryant’s has seen a few of our Presidents and is a classic, Kansas City tradition. Gates and Son’s has some of the best sauce in town and there is nothing like their BBQ brisket sandwich and an ice cold beer on a hot summer day. Are you hungry yet?

Family is the most important thing in life and it’s been far too long since my father, brother and I have been together as a family. Photographing my 71-year-old father’s wedding ceremony is a bit surreal, but it’s great to see him so happy. It helps me keep perspective about the service I provide to my clients. All of us coming together in one place at the same time is sadly a rare event. Having photographs to remember our time together… priceless.

Photographs are a touchstone for the heart. A window that takes you back in time to that particular moment with a flood of memories. Sadly, there are too many times when you look back over your life and realize how great a moment was after the fact. Realizing those moments as you live them, being present, engaged and authentic, is a real gift. Something worth doing. That is what I hope to do on this trip. Live in the moment and enjoy every minute of the time that I have with my father and brother. I know there will be lots of laughs.

As the day begins, I’m looking forward to my journey. One of many that I hope to make this year. In the meantime, Kansas City, here I come!

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  1. Tammy

    First of all, it’s California, “here I come, right back where I started from.” I should know…but I’m not splitting hairs here. Secondly, Dad is 71. But on a more positive note, I’m glad you’re having fun with Rich and Roger. You guys deserved a little Keppleman fun and I’m sure all of Kansas City appreciates serving the Kepple men. There’s no mistaking the bloodline (or comedyline if you’re in the know!). As one of your most adoring fans, I can’t wait for photos! Lovin’ You!

  2. Kristen

    Mmmmm………sounds good! Hope you brought some BBQ back for me!! I will be visiting KC in May I hope!


  3. Randy

    Not everyone can appreciate the humor of the Kepple men. The wedding was wonderful as was the trip. More about that later.

    On another note (music pun intended), there is indeed a song called Kansas City that has been recorded by a number of musicians over the years. But I won’t hold it against you!