“Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends…”
Get him a blanket, get me some syrup.
I think of my father every time I cook out. He has been gone now for 28 years. He was a smoking pioneer long before pellet grills he had buckets of hickory chips soaking in water ready to be added to his charcoal fired Weber grill.
Full sized pickups used to be only a bit larger than today’s Rangers. The behemoths of today are just too big.
Trompe l’oeil comes to Snug Harbor.
Day 45, Ballard Street is still stuck in the Twilight Zone. But Chess Pirate has found a wormhole to the past so we can survive.
He’s a Canadian Tom Sawyer.
Icebergs and Pork Butts.
Okay, I had to get my dictionary out for a couple of those. I thought I had a decent vocabulary.
Man, now I am Jonesing for some KC BBQ. I wish I-29 would reopen.