Yay Dad. A friend invited me over to see his new grill and have a steak. He prattled on about HIS patriarchies long history of grilling and served me meat that cried out for justice.
Because it was cooked on a propane gas grill instead of coal, wood or a combination of the two. I’m sure the ghosts of the ancestors he was lauding were hovering, shaking their heads going “tsk tsk” in disappointment.
Gas is cooking, briquettes are barbecuing.
No dad now, no barbecue either. We had a neighborhood event for a few years but the man who organized and cooked stopped doing it. Maybe I’ll get on his case tomorrow. He even brought some young fellow who had a traveling record player of some sort and a few of us danced on the lawn. Especially me.. “Come on Baby, light my fire. .....”
I’ll get on his case tomorrow. Excellent fellow, Black, career Army.
AND there’s a Labor Day oncert in the park .. Friends live right across the street and usually invite us. Steaks on the grill before. They’re both Civil Engineers, very successful. Wife and my daughter have been friends since high school.