This happens every year. When we can't contain ourselves any longer, we just burst with affection for Kansas City. Somehow, this always seems to happen the first week in October — just in time for our Best Of Kansas City issue — but we don't question it because we know that the heart works in mysterious ways. Love ain't blind. It's idiosyncratic, rough, freaky and subjective. Exactly like all the amorous little missives in these pages.