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Men In Kilts - Adventures in BBQ, Bourbon & Blues: June 2014
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Men In Kilts - Adventures in BBQ, Bourbon and Blues. Tuesday, June 24, 2014. Aunt Dorthey and the Wedding. Just last month, my nephew married a wonderful young lady in an incredible ceremony in my hometown, Jonesboro, Arkansas. Despite a raging thunderstorm during the rehearsal dinner, the whole weekend went off like clockwork. On our flight back to New Jersey, I had time to think about the wedding, and about the impending wedding of my daughter. Everyone thinks they know humid. At the last puff of a.
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Men In Kilts - Adventures in BBQ, Bourbon & Blues: Life is Better at the Sea
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Men In Kilts - Adventures in BBQ, Bourbon and Blues. Tuesday, March 24, 2015. Life is Better at the Sea. After being on Perdido Key for a week, enough time has passed for me to become acclimated to the sun, and the sand, the sounds of the sea, and plaintive calls of the sea birds. The water is warm here, and the people are nice. The sky is blue, and the breeze off the gulf carries your troubles away. Perdido Key is indeed a paradise. That particular thought drags me away. It was a perfect day. We didn...
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Men In Kilts - Adventures in BBQ, Bourbon & Blues: Yet Another Life Lesson
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Men In Kilts - Adventures in BBQ, Bourbon and Blues. Thursday, June 4, 2015. Yet Another Life Lesson. Sometimes Landi still has to travel for work. Traveling has never been her favorite work activity, and when she has to travel, my whole world changes. Not so much in dealing with the kids, the fish (actual fish, not the boy) or the dogs. That’s pretty much unchanged. You just feed them and make sure they have water, and you’re good. I just miss her. I miss her a lot. 8230;and we’re off. Several years ago...
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Men In Kilts - Adventures in BBQ, Bourbon & Blues: July 2015
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Men In Kilts - Adventures in BBQ, Bourbon and Blues. Monday, July 20, 2015. A Brown Dog Democrat. My dog, Dixie…excuse me.Svatchime is rapidly becoming a nuisance. This morning, even before I had coffee, she pounced on me with a political discussion. 8220;Donald Trump must leave the race”, she solemnly intoned as she executed a very aggressive crotch sniff. 8221;, I asked. 8220;You’r e going to jump off the Trump bandwagon because he talked disrespected Senator McCain? 8221; I asked incredulously. 8220;Y...
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Men In Kilts - Adventures in BBQ, Bourbon & Blues: June 2013
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Men In Kilts - Adventures in BBQ, Bourbon and Blues. Monday, June 10, 2013. Do You Like My Hat? On Saturday, June 8. After a grueling day of intense competition, South Plainfield's very own competition barbeque team, The Memphis Barbeque Company, walked away from the 3. Mark “The Monster” Johnson and I worked with the focused intensity of a tag team locked in a Texas Chainsaw Caged Death match throughout the day. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Follow us by Email. Friends on the 'Net. Do You Like My Hat?
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Men In Kilts - Adventures in BBQ, Bourbon & Blues: January 2014
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Men In Kilts - Adventures in BBQ, Bourbon and Blues. Tuesday, January 7, 2014. So, I get nervous when we prepare to travel. I know something is going to happen. I know it's going to involve me, and it will either hurt like hell or scare the bejesus out of me. In either case, my immediate family always finds great humor in what ever it is that befalls me. Finally the collision came."CRUNCH".without an exclamation point. No airbag, no punch in the face, no black eyes, no dust and powder all through the car.
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Men In Kilts - Adventures in BBQ, Bourbon & Blues: Attacked By My Own Dog
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Men In Kilts - Adventures in BBQ, Bourbon and Blues. Thursday, July 9, 2015. Attacked By My Own Dog. My chocolate lab, Dixie whom we have raised from a pup, came to me this morning and informed me that due to the racist connotations of her name, she will no longer answer to that name, preferring to be addressed as “Svatchime”. Why are you offended? Did someone mistreat you? I asked as I scratched her behind her ear. 8220;Who told you that? 8221;, I asked as I offered her a piece of bacon. 8221; I asked.
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Men In Kilts - Adventures in BBQ, Bourbon & Blues: June 2015
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Men In Kilts - Adventures in BBQ, Bourbon and Blues. Thursday, June 4, 2015. Yet Another Life Lesson. Sometimes Landi still has to travel for work. Traveling has never been her favorite work activity, and when she has to travel, my whole world changes. Not so much in dealing with the kids, the fish (actual fish, not the boy) or the dogs. That’s pretty much unchanged. You just feed them and make sure they have water, and you’re good. I just miss her. I miss her a lot. 8230;and we’re off. Several years ago...
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Men In Kilts - Adventures in BBQ, Bourbon & Blues: February 2014
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Men In Kilts - Adventures in BBQ, Bourbon and Blues. Thursday, February 6, 2014. He Can Drive Now. Having newly returned to real 'work', a hard day really wears me out. I left my client today and drove home tonight bone weary, tired, worn out. The whole way home, I looked forward to a good meal, and a nice glass of wine. I had some very nice ribeye steaks, and some asparagus. I took a deep breath. I could still see his brake lights at the end of the road. I remembered that in November of 1973, I ...My he...
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Men In Kilts - Adventures in BBQ, Bourbon & Blues: May 2014
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Men In Kilts - Adventures in BBQ, Bourbon and Blues. Friday, May 16, 2014. Memories of an Old Dog. He arrived on a plane from Arkansas in December of 1994. My brother got him a ticket and a frequent flyer number on Northwest Airlines. He weighed about 4 lbs, but most of that was bark and howl. He didn’t remember me when I picked him up at the airport because when Jordan selected him, his eyes werent’ yet open. His name was Buckwheat. He was a Lab, a black lab. He grew big, and he was smart. One of the cr...