The Kansas photo is a bit of a cop-out, I'll admit. It's just across the border from Missouri, and the focus of the photo in Kansas City, which is actually in Missouri.
In a way though, it's fitting: having grown up in part in Kansas City very close to Kansas, going across the border was something like commuting into New York from New Jersey or Connecticut. Driving on State Line, on one side you're in MO, and on the other KS.
I remember going over to the Kansas side with my mom and passing George Brett's house. Brett, of course, is a Kansas City Royals legend, whose career was in its twilight when I came of baseball age in the early 1990s. I also remember very vividly a visit to the doctor's office with my mom when she was pregnant, and seeing a man walk by who smiled and waved at me, then walking in and finding out from the nurse that that man was my hero!
America needs more heroes like Brett: apolitical, friendly, decent-seeming people who go out and do their job well.