Day 6: Into the Void... Ahh, Kansas. You Great Plains fever dream. You Valhalla. You Elysian Fields. A state that takes flat and boring and makes it... well... Ahh, Kansas. Well, after a lengthy war council, Jessica and I decided that her life-threatening illness was no reason to stop and rest so we packed up our bags, stuffed her I.V. trolley into the back seat, and hopped back onto I-70. Her initial coughing jag lasted the entire state of Missouri, but by the time we hit Kansas City she was unconscious and blissfully quiet. Being the inveterate ChowHounder that I am, we had already scoped out a place for lunch. Arthur Bryant's, a Kansas City ribs institution for nigh on 70 years. The ChowHound raves cautioned, however, that this was an authentic "joint" and that "white
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