Kansas City Reading Coves – my hammock
I bring you #3 of a hopefully long-lived series: Kansas City Reading Coves.
When I can, I like my coves like my Republican nudists: free swinging and white.
Today’s cove: my hammock – my house
Simply put, my hammock is the greatest reading cozerie since the 70’s invented bean bag chairs. I could sit here for hours, and often I do, reading, smoking cigars, drinking beer, and swinging only as much as the wind wants me to. The hammock is my heaven on Earth. Take that God!
If you are ever in my area, call ahead and the hammock is yours for the afternoon…unless I am already occupying it. We could share, I guess.
Rankings out of 10:
| Smoking accommodations | 10 | It’s outside! It’s my effing house! |
| Furniture comfort | 10 | Have you ever sat in a hammock? Like a cloud, people. |
| Quiet level | 8 | Lawn mowers cause a bit of ear pain, but other than that, I suffer only the harsh music of nature. Mosquito buzzing sucks. |
| Temperature comfort | 5 | I’ve got to go average here. I only sit in the hammock when the weather is nice, so truthfully, this should be a 10. I’d like to sit here every day, but the hot and cold extremes make that impossible. |
