Gut wrenching 
Had some corn from the farm for dinner tonight. Did you hit the farmers market today? They should have plenty by now.That makes me happy
Yessir got another dozen today. Made a low country boil for the wife’s 50th.Had some corn from the farm for dinner tonight. Did you hit the farmers market today? They should have plenty by now.
Aluminum would melt with the heat from. The coals. Go get some stainless ones made at a metal shop and keep trucking.I guess the Weber kettle is finally at the end. Been my daily driver since we bought our first house in 2008. The problem is the metal arms that serve as both the ash clearer, and the vent covers. They apparently are made of a steel that will corrode, as the ends are rusting and warping. So, effectively impossible to do anything slow. Really frustrating Weber didn’t make those arms aluminum or something, otherwise this thing would be good for another 20 years at least. Prefer the old vents with the twist cover on the outside. Have one of those at the lake, at least 30 years old. Indestructible.
Why did I click on that? Now I’ll have grilling ads and recs for the foreseeable future.Hey smelly, try this thing called Amazon.
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Reminds me of my Grandpa. Died at 96 (really miss him). Even in his golden years he was such a blast to be around and would sweet talk any woman he could find. Evidently he was quite a playa in his younger years. Just had a gift of being able to talk to women and people in general. Would not surprise me if he nailed several of those old hens at the facility before his last breath. Hanging around old people and hearing their stories can be an experience if you allow yourself to spend time with them.I have this report from A Clown's Life:
The back story of why I ended up flying to Florida, and taking guardianship of my best friend's 96 year old father, who has dementia (not Alzheimers, he's just got dementia that a 96 year old person will, you know, GET sometimes) and escorting/flying back to Kentucky with him is for another day (or really, not at all) but, that's what I did.
So, we moved him into a care facility (that is close to our house) this morning, my wife, saint that she is met with the administrator, asked the questions, took care of the nuts and bolts, because she is a take charge dynamo. While I unpacked his stuff, hung up his clothes, showed him how to work the GD remote for his TV etc. tried to get him acclimated and comfortable (I know this seems counterintuitive, but I'm actually good at the nurturing side, and a complete **** show on the pragmatic end)
I know this is long, but bear with me. I went back over around 4:00, to take some additional clothes hangers (we didn't have enough), basic toiletries (we made the mistake of letting him pack his own shaving kit) and when I opened it this morning it contained a dried up bar of soap that looked like it was from the 70's, a pack of razor blades (he uses an electric razor), a toothbrush that appeared to have been used to polish shoes, and an empty container of dental floss.
I roll in, and John (my friend's Dad) is sitting with Colby, the only other male resident of the 16 elders that stay there, and they're chowing down on the afternoon snack (cantaloupe and, inexplicably, tortilla chips). I sit down with them and we talk baseball while they finish their snack. John and Colby are Reds fans (Colby hates the ******* Dodgers, a point he hammered home to me numerous times) I said I was a Cardinals fan but also like the Reds, and am all in, because, like I said before, it's good for the Reds to be good. Colby had some things to say about that (the duplicity of it etc. but his comments were much more "colorful"), a woman from the adjoining table yelled over that she was a Cleveland Indians fan, because she's from Akron!!! I said that they're not the Indians anymore, they renamed the team to the Guardians. She (whom I learned was named Phyllis) told me I was full of sh*t. LOL
After the snack was over, we went to the commons area: Couches, a big screen TV, board game tables (it's actually a pretty sweet setup) and, for some reason, a Grand Piano, which was weird, because nobody there can play the piano. All of the women start sidling up to John, and Phyllis said to me, "We've been hearing about the Florida Man for weeks, but we didn't think he was ever going to get here." Then the other hens start scooting their chairs/wheelchairs/walkers closer and it's becoming clear that John is the "Cock of the Walk" now. This 96 year old man is HOLDING COURT. LOL It was hilarious.
John asks me about his sweater (he didn't bring a sweater...) and Anna (wheelchair bound, she grew up in Biloxi) said, "You need to bring him a sweater." I said, "Sweater HELL, I need to get him a smoking jacket, and a PIPE! Phyllis laughed, and exclaimed "YES! He's the PLAYBOY GUY! He looks like the playboy guy! You know, John got room number 1. That's the room I wanted, but they gave it to him."
This next part you're probably not going to believe, but I SWEAR it's true. John waited a moment, and dropped, "Well maybe you can come see it sometime." LOL 96 years old, and he still has that kind of game. *******...
Anyway, I hung around for another hour or so, and got talked into grilling for them on a Saturday when college football starts (and Phyllis said they want homemade ice cream) I said, "Homemade ice cream?! It's never enough for you people."
Then it was medication time. John took his, and Vickie, the night time caregiver asked Colby if he took his, and he swears he did. She evidently had been down this road before, because he hadn't. Colby had hidden them in his lap. I said, "Colby, you old dog!" LOL
It is One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest over there. LOL
John is happy as a ******* clam BTW...
I've reached the point in my life; retired, financially secure, etc. that I'm trying to find more ways to serve. Not that someone needs to wait until that point to do so, but I have the time and freedom to do it with more GUSTO now...Reminds me of my Grandpa. Died at 96 (really miss him). Even in his golden years he was such a blast to be around and would sweet talk any woman he could find. Evidently he was quite a playa in his younger years. Just had a gift of being able to talk to women and people in general. Would not surprise me if he nailed several of those old hens at the facility before his last breath. Hanging around old people and hearing their stories can be an experience if you allow yourself to spend time with them.
Just post it chief, it wants me to go to a new page then download the app, not all of us play on Reddit. Plus, Duke and I have NOTHING to do with each other.When social media managers go rogue
Well done, Duke basketball. And now I will never utter those words again.
Last one. Good night.
The PK grill original is unbelievable. Really pricey, but just a fantastic and versatile grill/smoker/travel grillIf you're looking to replace a Weber, I highly recommend a PK grill. Sort of a hybrid of a Weber and a komodo style grill.
I got both the full size PK 360 and the travel-size Pk Go. If I had it to do over, I'd have started with the Go to see if I even wanted or needed a full size grill. We are DINKS so I'm not exactly smoking full size brisket on the regular. It will, however, turn out a perfect rack of ribs if you cut it in half.The PK grill original is unbelievable. Really pricey, but just a fantastic and versatile grill/smoker/travel grill
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That, and his incredibly deep collection of amazing songs.
Matt Jones’ love affair with this guy makes perfect sense now…