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God bless Jerry Reed, God bless Billy Carter.

Some people respond to stress by exercising or escaping into a favorite book or movie. Me?

Disembarking was VERY quick in Miami. We were off the ship, before 8:30 a.m. We did the self assist with our luggage, so we could go right straight to customs. We were back at the Fairfield by 9:30 a.m. Not bad. We got our car and made our way to Ft. Lauderdale. I have to say that Ft. Lauderdale is absolutely beautiful.

Each of us blogs for our own reasons, which are as many and varied as we are. Some of us are relative newbies, having just gotten started in the past few months. Others are grizzled veterans, still remembering when blogs were etched in charcoal on dried papyrus and taken village to village by loin-clothed runners.

I made the mistake had the great pleasure of having the SO accompany me on a journey through Whole Foods Saturday evening. That meant having to go down the refrigerated aisle--one that I rarely go through on my own.

We’ve got small group tonight at our house, and the grill master must make a return to the charcoal.  I am doing 12 pork chop fillets with my twist on Weber’s sweet and sassy BBQ sauce.  Luckily I’ll have about an hour and a half to complete all this, which should be plenty of time.  I haven’t cooked this much food since sometime around last Christmas when M & D

How not to fry a steak.

I don’t look up at the stars.

Sometime when I was a kid I remember sitting around a camp fire with a bunch of guys telling stories, burning marshmallows within an inch of edible, and poking the logs with a stick until the last scrap of wood was nothing but cold gray charcoal.  I had to be about ten, away from home, in the wilderness of East Texas.  Coyotes howled.  Trees creaked.  Winds moaned through the thick black all around me.  And I wasn’t scared with

Bet & Win 250, Interstate machine! I like the charcoal/silver better than the red/silver... how about you?