When I was a child, we stopped in Kansas City and visited Municipal Stadium. We parked in a lot on 22nd Street and my father and I walked across the street to the stadium. It was a late morning and surprisingly, we were able to gain access to the stadium. We walked up a ramp and through a tunnel that overlooked the field. As we emerged from the tunnel, my senses were blown away by the vivid colors or green, red, and yellow. I’d never seen anything so beautiful in my young life.
The field was dressed for football season and a lone groundskeeper, most likely George Toma, labored below us.