Deck Construction Resumes...
I swear that it's rained every four to six hours for the past FIVE days here on the banks of the Mighty Tennessee River.
While the situation has lended itself well to sitting around doing nothing (something I've personally perfected in an earlier life), the moisture has reeked havoc with the deck construction schedule which was moving along smoothly until last Sunday.
I was starting to think I needed to start constructing a BOAT rather than a deck... or at least start considering using my new deck for a DOCK and go buy a boat.
Any way...I have a half dozen small concrete footers to pour to support the over sized step frameworks and even though the holes are only six inches deep I've been unable to get a reliable slice of weather to allow me to mix and place the high strength concrete and brick pavers needed for that part of the project.
It hasn't rained since midnight and now things have dried off enough for me to get out there and break a sweat diggin holes, and of course there are fence pickets to be installed also.
See y'all later...
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
The Dumbass With The Leaf Blower Lawn Maintenance Technician Stopped By Between Rain Storms
Disaster Somehow Averted...
NEWS FLASH:
Pat managed to incredibly keep the dude brandishing the leaf blower out of the carport this afternoon before I had to kill him with a piece of scrap deck lumber.
Now I can get back to my CAD drawings in peace.
Life is Good.
NEWS FLASH:
Pat managed to incredibly keep the dude brandishing the leaf blower out of the carport this afternoon before I had to kill him with a piece of scrap deck lumber.
Now I can get back to my CAD drawings in peace.
Life is Good.
Let The Hysteria Begin
Sniveling Global Warming Weenies Rejoice
Well weather fans...just like last season (and many seasons in the past 100 years) the first tropical depression has formed in May rather than waiting until June 1st--the "Official" start of what has become known as "Hurricane Season."
Here's a look at the projected path, otherwise known here on the blog as "The Cone Of Death":
Ever since we launched a couple of TRIOS weather satellites into orbit back in the early 1960's we humans have become more and more pompous in our self regard for our ability to predict everything from hurricanes to hemorrhoids.
And the media and the ignorant masses that watch TV and read the paper today somehow have become convinced that with a few exceptions prior to 1960 (excluding the the well documented great storms in the Florida Keys and Galveston, Texas) that hurricanes didn't really occur that often and further...
that hurricanes today have been collaborating with the KKK and Carl Rove and George Bush and become racist evil forces deployed against poor people of color living on the Gulf and Atlantic coasts on an annual basis.
Like SUV's, these killer storms actually have a mind and will of their own and target areas where the innocent and the stupid reside without insurance and any means to transport themselves away from the water and out of the wind with anything less than three days notice.
So with this first storm on the map, I encourage you to sit back and relax and watch the media and the "government officials" pull out their same old tired cliches and warnings and advise and smear it all over the front pages of the newspapers and TV news programs...and of course we'll have a nice rehashing of stories about the Hurricane Katrina victims still living in Government trailers nearly 4 years later.
And of course my ever greying, ever balding head will rotate at orbital velocity and attempt to explode a half dozen times over the next 5 months.
And a GOOD time will be had by ALL, in spite of the threat posed by NATURE...
NOT GLOBAL WARMING.
Dammit
Well weather fans...just like last season (and many seasons in the past 100 years) the first tropical depression has formed in May rather than waiting until June 1st--the "Official" start of what has become known as "Hurricane Season."
Here's a look at the projected path, otherwise known here on the blog as "The Cone Of Death":
Ever since we launched a couple of TRIOS weather satellites into orbit back in the early 1960's we humans have become more and more pompous in our self regard for our ability to predict everything from hurricanes to hemorrhoids.
And the media and the ignorant masses that watch TV and read the paper today somehow have become convinced that with a few exceptions prior to 1960 (excluding the the well documented great storms in the Florida Keys and Galveston, Texas) that hurricanes didn't really occur that often and further...
that hurricanes today have been collaborating with the KKK and Carl Rove and George Bush and become racist evil forces deployed against poor people of color living on the Gulf and Atlantic coasts on an annual basis.
Like SUV's, these killer storms actually have a mind and will of their own and target areas where the innocent and the stupid reside without insurance and any means to transport themselves away from the water and out of the wind with anything less than three days notice.
So with this first storm on the map, I encourage you to sit back and relax and watch the media and the "government officials" pull out their same old tired cliches and warnings and advise and smear it all over the front pages of the newspapers and TV news programs...and of course we'll have a nice rehashing of stories about the Hurricane Katrina victims still living in Government trailers nearly 4 years later.
And of course my ever greying, ever balding head will rotate at orbital velocity and attempt to explode a half dozen times over the next 5 months.
And a GOOD time will be had by ALL, in spite of the threat posed by NATURE...
NOT GLOBAL WARMING.
Dammit
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
"Principals Put To Paper More Than Twenty Centuries Ago..."
Obamarama Continues To Prove He's A "Highly Edumacated Idiot"
So I'm sitting here this morning working on the final deck step drawings when President Obama's press conference started on FOX News.
I've forgotten the entire sentence (and I'll look it up later) but in his intro to the "blaa blaa blaa intro portion" talking about the daunting tasks presidents have in appointing Judges to the Supreme Court he uttered the words "[interpreting] Principals put to paper more than TWENTY CENTURIES ago..."
I think he meant to say Twenty DECADES, but based on his "57 state" campaign and other demonstrable lack of knowledge of facts...things like Memorial day is different from Veterans Day, I guess the lamestream media will give him a pass on this gaff too.
(PS. note the time on this posting and recognise that I can get ahead of the media with my reporting also once in a while...YOU HEARD THIS HERE FIRST.)
(PSS. Don't even get me started about the concept of the effect on our laws a Latino Liberal Woman with ten years of experience on the bench will have on the Supreme Court of the United By-God States of 'Merica...)
MORE... (11:27 AM)
Here's the text as published here: http://www.cqpolitics.com/wmspage.cfm?parm1=5&docID=news-000003125441
OBAMA: Thank you. Thank you.
(APPLAUSE)
Thank you. Thank you.
Please, everybody, have a seat.
Thank you. Thank you.
Well, I’m excited too.
(LAUGHTER)
Of the many responsibilities granted to a president by our Constitution, few are more serious or more consequential than selecting a Supreme Court justice. The members of our highest court are granted life tenure, often serving long after the presidents who appointed them. And they are charged with the vital task of applying principles put to paper more than 20 centuries ago to some of the most difficult questions of our time.
So I don’t take this decision lightly. I’ve made it only after deep reflection and careful deliberation.
So I'm sitting here this morning working on the final deck step drawings when President Obama's press conference started on FOX News.
I've forgotten the entire sentence (and I'll look it up later) but in his intro to the "blaa blaa blaa intro portion" talking about the daunting tasks presidents have in appointing Judges to the Supreme Court he uttered the words "[interpreting] Principals put to paper more than TWENTY CENTURIES ago..."
I think he meant to say Twenty DECADES, but based on his "57 state" campaign and other demonstrable lack of knowledge of facts...things like Memorial day is different from Veterans Day, I guess the lamestream media will give him a pass on this gaff too.
(PS. note the time on this posting and recognise that I can get ahead of the media with my reporting also once in a while...YOU HEARD THIS HERE FIRST.)
(PSS. Don't even get me started about the concept of the effect on our laws a Latino Liberal Woman with ten years of experience on the bench will have on the Supreme Court of the United By-God States of 'Merica...)
MORE... (11:27 AM)
Here's the text as published here: http://www.cqpolitics.com/wmspage.cfm?parm1=5&docID=news-000003125441
OBAMA: Thank you. Thank you.
(APPLAUSE)
Thank you. Thank you.
Please, everybody, have a seat.
Thank you. Thank you.
Well, I’m excited too.
(LAUGHTER)
Of the many responsibilities granted to a president by our Constitution, few are more serious or more consequential than selecting a Supreme Court justice. The members of our highest court are granted life tenure, often serving long after the presidents who appointed them. And they are charged with the vital task of applying principles put to paper more than 20 centuries ago to some of the most difficult questions of our time.
So I don’t take this decision lightly. I’ve made it only after deep reflection and careful deliberation.
The Islamic Rage Boy Show
This Is Hilarious
Go over to the creators page... The Nose On Your Face and vote for your favorite video.
(And a hearty hat tip to Rodger over at Curmudgeonly & Skeptical for the link.)
Go over to the creators page... The Nose On Your Face and vote for your favorite video.
(And a hearty hat tip to Rodger over at Curmudgeonly & Skeptical for the link.)
Monday, May 25, 2009
Progress
Construction & Cooking Moving Along...
Per fan/friend requests (that would be you Roy) and prior threats by your lovely and talented blogger, here's a look at the goings on here the past five days at the Turbo Pup Compound:
This first image is near the end of day one with all the fence post, support column, and plant holes done and one of two primary support beams ready to be lifted into place and lag bolted in...
Here's things at the end of day two with all the structural framing in place and squared up nice and plumb...
Saturday ended with the decking in place...
...and this one aggravating board sitting there about 2-1/2" too short:
I built all of the giant step frames and re-hung most of the fence panels before the rain set in last evening (including climbing on the roof to clean my gutters with my new extension ladder) but there are no photo's available of those antics.
Finally, here's myButt seven pound Boston Butt after it has been seared on the outside and rubbed all over with my soon to be famous "Butt Rub" ready to go into the oven for about four hours at 250 degrees F...
Stop by with your fork about 5 PM if you will...
Per fan/friend requests (that would be you Roy) and prior threats by your lovely and talented blogger, here's a look at the goings on here the past five days at the Turbo Pup Compound:
This first image is near the end of day one with all the fence post, support column, and plant holes done and one of two primary support beams ready to be lifted into place and lag bolted in...
Here's things at the end of day two with all the structural framing in place and squared up nice and plumb...
Saturday ended with the decking in place...
...and this one aggravating board sitting there about 2-1/2" too short:
I built all of the giant step frames and re-hung most of the fence panels before the rain set in last evening (including climbing on the roof to clean my gutters with my new extension ladder) but there are no photo's available of those antics.
Finally, here's my
Stop by with your fork about 5 PM if you will...
Rubbing My (Boston) Butt On The Holiday
Bar-B-Que In Celebration & In Memory...
Thus far I've failed to mention Memorial Day in any fashion than describing my deck construction efforts and my cooking for the day.
I guess it's only fitting that there is a day separate from Veterans' Day to recognize the members of our armed forces that served our country to protect our freedom and interests in military conflict and never made it back home alive.
A number of members of my own family have served in the military since the Civil War, but very few if any have been killed in combat.
Looking back starting in recent history, my cousins in mother's and father's family were mostly girls, and the boys including myself were too young to serve in Vietnam so we avoided any losses there.
My cousin Jim subsequently joined the Marine corps after Vietnam and became a helicopter pilot, serving tours of duty in Grenada, Lebanon, and some time during the first Persian Gulf war, and today is a successful lawyer and a Brigadier General in the Marine Corps Reserve.
One of my girl cousins on Mom's side has a genius husband who never did font line service but was a fighter pilot, the Flight Surgeon of the Air force in Washington DC, and today is also a General and is soon to retire as a successful Neuro Surgeon with the Mayo Clinic in Jacksonville, FL. ( I feel like a total dumbass sitting beside that guy...)
My cousin Jeff was an Army tank driver for a while with NATO forces in Germany back in the 1980's but never saw combat. Like me he probably has some interesting R&R stories to tell braving life and limb in watering holes in a foreign country.
Mom's family was also fortunate to send two of her brothers to Europe during WWII and have both of them avoid death or substantial injury during their long terms of duty.
My Uncle John was a tail and belly gunner on B-25 Mitchel low level bombers and HIS ENTIRE CREW managed to fly a couple of dozen missions without losing anything but airplanes. They all came home alive and several including Uncle John survive to this day.
Mom's father served in WWI in France including in the Argon Forrest as an Army infantryman and lost most of his hearing due to the damage done listening to Artillery fire while laying in a trench full of mud.
He came home to live another 63 years as the head of our 360 acre farm in southern Alabama.
His father--my Great Grandfather--served a number of years with the Confederate Forces' Army of the Mississippi and was severely wounded in the Battle of Perryville, Kentucky in October 1862.
His injuries caused his arm to be amputated and he was discharged from the hospital and the Army at the same time--having to resort to WALK HOME to the farm in Elba, Alabama at his own expense. (Imagine the liberal howls and the media hysteria today if the US military just turned you loose after cutting off your arm and deciding that you were no longer useful as a soldier?)
Family lore has it that no one in the family even recognized him in his ragged emaciated condition when he arrived home, but still he survived and ultimately recovered fully and lived a long life as a farmer...working a plow mule team with ONE ARM with the reigns wrapped around his neck or torso.
On Dad's side of the family tree things are a little more fuzzy beyond a couple of three generations to me because I grew up so far away from the coal fields of Ohio, Kentucky, and West Virginia.
I think we might have lost a few great uncles and great great uncles in all three of the wars but the names and details escape me even today.
I'm pretty sure my Great Grandfather Rogers didn't fight in the Civil War, and my Grandfather, my namesake Virgil Sr., was too young to fight in WWI. He was also given a deference for military service in WWII and the Korean War because of the importance of coal mining to the military effort and industrial production.
My Father was in ROTC in college and did four years in the Army going to flight school between the Korean War and Vietnam. Later he served as a civilian test pilot during Vietnam, thereby avoiding the bullets and land mines in the Asian rice patties but still risking his life and limb on every flight while proving concepts for secret airborne weaponry imaging systems and reconnaissance gathering devices which saved thousands if not tens of thousands of lives in the battlefield.
Both of my uncles on Dad's side of the family did time in the Army during Vietnam but their MOS's allowed them to stay stateside rather than deploying to where the fighting was.
And ME???
My lazy disrespectful butt volunteered and did two years of Navy reserve time back in the late 1970's after the hostilities had ended in Vietnam.
I risked life and limb on a frequent basis in saloons near the NAS in Pensacola, representing our ROTC unit in New Orleans at Mardi Gras, and for a short while on a Helicopter Carrier in the Philippines.
I don't know it was luck or the hand of God or what, but today I celebrate our military success and my family members' ability to survive and return home after their service. But just because our own family has been so lucky doesn't mean that I don't respect those who died and the family members who gather today to remember their loved ones.
Growing up during the Vietnam war in a town outside the gates of the Army's helicopter pilot training center at Ft. Rucker, Alabama caused me to know several dozen kids around me in school that lost fathers and/or brothers in the war effort.
My dad knew even more people personally who died in copter and plane crashes both overseas and on the test ranges at Ft. Rucker. I remember seeing a couple of young pilots at a 4th of July picnic at Ft. Rucker and hearing that they were dead within the very next month.
Things like that sort of stick with you when you can put a face with a name and a wife and a Kid's image with the news story...
...and it pisses me off when the warped religious fanatics and the sniveling booger eating anti-war pacifists bring their protests to funerals and military bases on holidays like today.
I wouldn't change places with anyone that's served in combat, but I damn sure appreciate every one of their efforts--live and dead--and hope that today's ceremonies give their families and friends some comfort and recognition for their sacrifice.
Now it's time to go check on my Butt (photos to follow...)
Thus far I've failed to mention Memorial Day in any fashion than describing my deck construction efforts and my cooking for the day.
I guess it's only fitting that there is a day separate from Veterans' Day to recognize the members of our armed forces that served our country to protect our freedom and interests in military conflict and never made it back home alive.
A number of members of my own family have served in the military since the Civil War, but very few if any have been killed in combat.
Looking back starting in recent history, my cousins in mother's and father's family were mostly girls, and the boys including myself were too young to serve in Vietnam so we avoided any losses there.
My cousin Jim subsequently joined the Marine corps after Vietnam and became a helicopter pilot, serving tours of duty in Grenada, Lebanon, and some time during the first Persian Gulf war, and today is a successful lawyer and a Brigadier General in the Marine Corps Reserve.
One of my girl cousins on Mom's side has a genius husband who never did font line service but was a fighter pilot, the Flight Surgeon of the Air force in Washington DC, and today is also a General and is soon to retire as a successful Neuro Surgeon with the Mayo Clinic in Jacksonville, FL. ( I feel like a total dumbass sitting beside that guy...)
My cousin Jeff was an Army tank driver for a while with NATO forces in Germany back in the 1980's but never saw combat. Like me he probably has some interesting R&R stories to tell braving life and limb in watering holes in a foreign country.
Mom's family was also fortunate to send two of her brothers to Europe during WWII and have both of them avoid death or substantial injury during their long terms of duty.
My Uncle John was a tail and belly gunner on B-25 Mitchel low level bombers and HIS ENTIRE CREW managed to fly a couple of dozen missions without losing anything but airplanes. They all came home alive and several including Uncle John survive to this day.
Mom's father served in WWI in France including in the Argon Forrest as an Army infantryman and lost most of his hearing due to the damage done listening to Artillery fire while laying in a trench full of mud.
He came home to live another 63 years as the head of our 360 acre farm in southern Alabama.
His father--my Great Grandfather--served a number of years with the Confederate Forces' Army of the Mississippi and was severely wounded in the Battle of Perryville, Kentucky in October 1862.
His injuries caused his arm to be amputated and he was discharged from the hospital and the Army at the same time--having to resort to WALK HOME to the farm in Elba, Alabama at his own expense. (Imagine the liberal howls and the media hysteria today if the US military just turned you loose after cutting off your arm and deciding that you were no longer useful as a soldier?)
Family lore has it that no one in the family even recognized him in his ragged emaciated condition when he arrived home, but still he survived and ultimately recovered fully and lived a long life as a farmer...working a plow mule team with ONE ARM with the reigns wrapped around his neck or torso.
On Dad's side of the family tree things are a little more fuzzy beyond a couple of three generations to me because I grew up so far away from the coal fields of Ohio, Kentucky, and West Virginia.
I think we might have lost a few great uncles and great great uncles in all three of the wars but the names and details escape me even today.
I'm pretty sure my Great Grandfather Rogers didn't fight in the Civil War, and my Grandfather, my namesake Virgil Sr., was too young to fight in WWI. He was also given a deference for military service in WWII and the Korean War because of the importance of coal mining to the military effort and industrial production.
My Father was in ROTC in college and did four years in the Army going to flight school between the Korean War and Vietnam. Later he served as a civilian test pilot during Vietnam, thereby avoiding the bullets and land mines in the Asian rice patties but still risking his life and limb on every flight while proving concepts for secret airborne weaponry imaging systems and reconnaissance gathering devices which saved thousands if not tens of thousands of lives in the battlefield.
Both of my uncles on Dad's side of the family did time in the Army during Vietnam but their MOS's allowed them to stay stateside rather than deploying to where the fighting was.
And ME???
My lazy disrespectful butt volunteered and did two years of Navy reserve time back in the late 1970's after the hostilities had ended in Vietnam.
I risked life and limb on a frequent basis in saloons near the NAS in Pensacola, representing our ROTC unit in New Orleans at Mardi Gras, and for a short while on a Helicopter Carrier in the Philippines.
I don't know it was luck or the hand of God or what, but today I celebrate our military success and my family members' ability to survive and return home after their service. But just because our own family has been so lucky doesn't mean that I don't respect those who died and the family members who gather today to remember their loved ones.
Growing up during the Vietnam war in a town outside the gates of the Army's helicopter pilot training center at Ft. Rucker, Alabama caused me to know several dozen kids around me in school that lost fathers and/or brothers in the war effort.
My dad knew even more people personally who died in copter and plane crashes both overseas and on the test ranges at Ft. Rucker. I remember seeing a couple of young pilots at a 4th of July picnic at Ft. Rucker and hearing that they were dead within the very next month.
Things like that sort of stick with you when you can put a face with a name and a wife and a Kid's image with the news story...
...and it pisses me off when the warped religious fanatics and the sniveling booger eating anti-war pacifists bring their protests to funerals and military bases on holidays like today.
I wouldn't change places with anyone that's served in combat, but I damn sure appreciate every one of their efforts--live and dead--and hope that today's ceremonies give their families and friends some comfort and recognition for their sacrifice.
Now it's time to go check on my Butt (photos to follow...)
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Obamanomics
Memorial Weekend Musings...
Well folks, the end of day three of the Turbo Pup Deck Construction Mobilization (TPDCM for short) finds us one board short of having a complete decking surface.
I know that it sounds singularly unspectacular to have taken an ENTIRE DAY to install less than 120 square feet of finished lumber, but as a matter of explanation let me defend my extended time expenditure on Memorial Weekend Saturday.
You see, in my infinite wisdom I decided to design my deck with a diagonal "herringbone" pattern rather than just screwing everything down nice and square and being done with it.
To make things even more complicated, I'm not building a simple square or rectangular deck to begin with. It has an 8' deep section connected to 10' deep and 12' deep sections by 45 degree angled transitions.
Thus the only "square" i.e. right angled cuts I made ended up being on these two short 45 degree runs...EVERYTHING else had to be individually hand fitted in position and then cut in place in one long run sliding the circular saw along a carefully placed piece of straight guide lumber.
And the "one board short"???
It was the one board which my AutoCAD drawings missed when predicting that I needed a 12' long piece of 2x4 rather than a 10' long section.
What is really sad is the board I have is only about 2-1/2" too short, but I'll have to either return it or use it later.
Speaking of 2x4's, did I mention that my "herringbone" pattern included alternating 2x4's and 2x6's rather than just plain old 5/4" "deck boards"? The alternating board arrangement on a 45 degree angle adds what I think is a nice visual pattern to my masterpiece.
So any way, after the Weather Nerds fooled me by predicting nice weather for a four or five day period, now this stupid low pressure system--actually a weak early season tropical depression--is coming to Knoxtown out of the Gulf of Mexico and it's supposed to rain most of the day today and possibly much of tomorrow so the stairway construction effort is now imperiled.
Looking at the local radar on the Internet I hope to sneak out early this morning and get two or three hours worth of sawing and nailing and screwing around done before the rain sets in. Time will tell...
In the cooking while multi-tasking department, I've got three racks of baby back Pork ribs and a 6 pound Boston Butt to finish thawing and get into giant pots of brine to sit overnight in anticipation of slow cooking all day Monday and serving to a half dozen hungry guests with my soon to be famous home made Kansas City style bar-b-que sauce.
Pat's tossing up a couple of different Cold Slaws and the Neighbors are bringing potato salad and the carport has a roof on it so I don't care if it's rain or shine...
I'm COOKING OUT on Monday.
Feel free to stop on by about 5 PM for some ribs and a pulled pork sandwich...
(Oh...and regarding my Obamanomics title this morning...
I almost forgot to mention this Letter to The Editor from a Dodge Dealer.)
Well folks, the end of day three of the Turbo Pup Deck Construction Mobilization (TPDCM for short) finds us one board short of having a complete decking surface.
I know that it sounds singularly unspectacular to have taken an ENTIRE DAY to install less than 120 square feet of finished lumber, but as a matter of explanation let me defend my extended time expenditure on Memorial Weekend Saturday.
You see, in my infinite wisdom I decided to design my deck with a diagonal "herringbone" pattern rather than just screwing everything down nice and square and being done with it.
To make things even more complicated, I'm not building a simple square or rectangular deck to begin with. It has an 8' deep section connected to 10' deep and 12' deep sections by 45 degree angled transitions.
Thus the only "square" i.e. right angled cuts I made ended up being on these two short 45 degree runs...EVERYTHING else had to be individually hand fitted in position and then cut in place in one long run sliding the circular saw along a carefully placed piece of straight guide lumber.
And the "one board short"???
It was the one board which my AutoCAD drawings missed when predicting that I needed a 12' long piece of 2x4 rather than a 10' long section.
What is really sad is the board I have is only about 2-1/2" too short, but I'll have to either return it or use it later.
Speaking of 2x4's, did I mention that my "herringbone" pattern included alternating 2x4's and 2x6's rather than just plain old 5/4" "deck boards"? The alternating board arrangement on a 45 degree angle adds what I think is a nice visual pattern to my masterpiece.
So any way, after the Weather Nerds fooled me by predicting nice weather for a four or five day period, now this stupid low pressure system--actually a weak early season tropical depression--is coming to Knoxtown out of the Gulf of Mexico and it's supposed to rain most of the day today and possibly much of tomorrow so the stairway construction effort is now imperiled.
Looking at the local radar on the Internet I hope to sneak out early this morning and get two or three hours worth of sawing and nailing and screwing around done before the rain sets in. Time will tell...
In the cooking while multi-tasking department, I've got three racks of baby back Pork ribs and a 6 pound Boston Butt to finish thawing and get into giant pots of brine to sit overnight in anticipation of slow cooking all day Monday and serving to a half dozen hungry guests with my soon to be famous home made Kansas City style bar-b-que sauce.
Pat's tossing up a couple of different Cold Slaws and the Neighbors are bringing potato salad and the carport has a roof on it so I don't care if it's rain or shine...
I'm COOKING OUT on Monday.
Feel free to stop on by about 5 PM for some ribs and a pulled pork sandwich...
(Oh...and regarding my Obamanomics title this morning...
I almost forgot to mention this Letter to The Editor from a Dodge Dealer.)
