Alabama Moon and Smoked BBQ

It was a moon lit night in the middle of everywhere. Full, fat and beautiful. At one point you could see a woman chasing a man with a rolling pin animated across its scintillating face. I think perhaps it was result of Bud and shooters. Not important what the motivator was. Of what we thought we saw. It reminded us all of the packaging of  the Old Dutch Cleanser. A product similar to Ajax. I think it could be attributed to the euphoria only wonderful pulled pork, ribs, chicken, brisket BBQ style can bring into being.


Standing around and doing what we do best. Smoking BBQ, then eating it. Great stuff that pulled pork. Makes you want to howl at the moon. Funny, that is exactly what we started to do. All of a sudden there was a rising crescendo of shrill and then melodious howls. Ringing out loud and clear. It started to resemble the words ba ba quooooooo  Oh man that was a trip.  Better than the loop de loop at the county fair on a hot July night in Georgia.  That’s the night the lights went out in Georgia. That’s the night they killed an innocent man.  You know his last meal was BBQ.


Imagine that. BBQ for a last meal. I guess he wanted to make sure he would go to heaven. If not after, then before he had an interview with St. Peter at those gates. Winning...