One of the really cool things about barbeque is that it will get you invited to into bars. Yes...invited to bars.
Of course, you have to bring a smoker and make a ton of ribs and chicken, but fact remains that a bar has asked you to come and party with them. For some of us, we are more accustomed to being asked to leave a bar than being asked to enter a bar, but that's another discussion all together.
Yesterday, we opened up the summer with a barbeque at KC's Korner in South Plainfield. They asked us to come and barbeque for them at Rootsfest. Rootsfest is a celebration of some sort and KC's, in conjunction with LNO Music, put together a whole day of music. Not lame ass suburban kids trying to be Alice Cooper and Lou Reed, but real Jersey rock.
After firing up the smoker at about 9:30, we barbequed 80 lbs of ribs, and 40 lbs. of chicken while rocking to The Doughboys covering the Moody Blues and the Stones. These guys are vintage rockers from the 60's and they play rock the way it is supposed to be played. They were on sometime in the mid afternoon.
Once again, today is the morning after the night before, and soon, I'll pack up the smoker and head to the soccer fields. We've been asked to barbeque for the soccer club.
The road goes on forever, and the party never ends.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
May 17th, 1929
I heard him laugh just last week.
Catfish somehow failed to see a 6 foot umbrella in the yard, and destroyed both the umbrella and the hours old lawn mower. I heard him laugh, and I could see him tilt his head back just a bit, and look toward the sky as he chuckled. It was a 'I've been there, done that and bought the t-shirt' laugh. I haven't heard him laugh all that much in the last ten years, but he laughed at that. In his pale blue eyes, you could see memories of my many misadventures as a child..., and in the echo of the chuckles, you could tell he was enjoying this.
I remember, once I told him about something absurd that Catfish had done, he laughed a little and looked at me with smiling eyes, and said "Has he burned the house down yet?".
I had to answer 'No, sir. No, he hasn't.'
"Well, I'm one up on you then, aren't I?", he replied And he threw his head back just a little, and laughed. I laughed, too.
When he laughed, he laughed with his whole body. Sometimes, it was just his eyes. Sometimes you could tell when he was laughing just by the way he was standing, even when he wasn't making a sound, and sometimes, it was just that look in his eyes.
As my daughters grow older, and accomplish greater and greater things, I hear from him at graduations. He doesn't laugh at graduations, but I still know he'
s there. He smiles really big. He had two gold teeth way back in his mouth, and when each of girls graduated from college, I'll bet you could see both of them.
As Catfish experiences the teenage years, I suspect I'll hear from him more often. I know he's looking forward to this. I remember that he didn't laugh much when I sank a car, or when I skipped school and went hunting or fishing, but he will when Catfish does. I expect that I'll hear him on the sidelines at soccer matches, and in the crowd at school concerts. I'll hear him at the treehouse, and out by in the pool. He's always with us at barbeques.
Jennifer will be 24 years old on Monday, and he would have been 81.
RIP, Daddydoc.
Catfish somehow failed to see a 6 foot umbrella in the yard, and destroyed both the umbrella and the hours old lawn mower. I heard him laugh, and I could see him tilt his head back just a bit, and look toward the sky as he chuckled. It was a 'I've been there, done that and bought the t-shirt' laugh. I haven't heard him laugh all that much in the last ten years, but he laughed at that. In his pale blue eyes, you could see memories of my many misadventures as a child..., and in the echo of the chuckles, you could tell he was enjoying this.
I remember, once I told him about something absurd that Catfish had done, he laughed a little and looked at me with smiling eyes, and said "Has he burned the house down yet?".
I had to answer 'No, sir. No, he hasn't.'
"Well, I'm one up on you then, aren't I?", he replied And he threw his head back just a little, and laughed. I laughed, too.
When he laughed, he laughed with his whole body. Sometimes, it was just his eyes. Sometimes you could tell when he was laughing just by the way he was standing, even when he wasn't making a sound, and sometimes, it was just that look in his eyes.
As my daughters grow older, and accomplish greater and greater things, I hear from him at graduations. He doesn't laugh at graduations, but I still know he'
s there. He smiles really big. He had two gold teeth way back in his mouth, and when each of girls graduated from college, I'll bet you could see both of them.
As Catfish experiences the teenage years, I suspect I'll hear from him more often. I know he's looking forward to this. I remember that he didn't laugh much when I sank a car, or when I skipped school and went hunting or fishing, but he will when Catfish does. I expect that I'll hear him on the sidelines at soccer matches, and in the crowd at school concerts. I'll hear him at the treehouse, and out by in the pool. He's always with us at barbeques.
Jennifer will be 24 years old on Monday, and he would have been 81.
RIP, Daddydoc.
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