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We finally moved the grill out on the backyard deck this week, and tonight we cooked chicken breasts lathered in a Hawaiian marinade, topping them with grilled pineapples. Then I took the boy to the swimming pool, got him to bed at a decent hour, and am writing this under the stars, hoping to see the season’s first firefly.

It’s finally summer in Kansas City, and life is good. If it were Friday instead of a Wednesday night, it would be perfect.