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Found a sketch I did three years ago...

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I think it's ironic that I stumbled upon this sketch. I made it three
years and one day ago. I remember I was on an airplane but I don't
remember where I was going.

So much has happened in three years and it went by so fast. It has
been a rough road but the outcome has made me rich. Rich with love
and rich with life. I am very greatful.

Gifts for my office that I treasure...

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My Mothers sand blasted artwork...

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My Grandfathers personal copy of River and Lake...

 

These gifts are personal, thoughtful and meaningful.  I will cherish them forever.  Thank you Mom!

Declaration of Grilladelic

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July 4, 2010

 

 

Declaration of Grilladelic

 

 

HEN, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve any political, regional or cultural differences, which have separated them, and to assume among them the universal camaraderie of the grill.  Backyard barbecues, family reunions, picnics and tailgate parties all require respect to the opinions of many.  Thus, we declare the common ground that binds us all in a smoky solidarity.

We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all grills are created equal, but hardwood charcoal just makes the food taste better; that you should trust the instant read thermometer, and never exceed 135 degrees with steaks, so they are never overcooked; that briskets, pork butts and ribs require low temperatures, indirect heat, a slow pace, a good dry rub and heavy smoke;

  • that supporting your local butchers, farmer’s markets, sausage makers and specialty stores create a more vibrant community
  • that all foods, including veggies, pizzas and desserts have unalienable rights and should be welcome on every grill
  • that an open fire, family, friends, life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness are the foundations of the great State of Grilladelic–a global community for grilling, barbecuing and tailgating enthusiasts

 

My Grandfathers Office

While visiting my hometown last week I saw my Grandfathers old office during a drive through downtown. I could see the name out of the corner of my eye as we drove past. I have been down there hundreds of times and this time I didn't expect to see what the construction revealed. It appeared to be original paint with the company name, our family name. We had to turn around.

With everything on the front of the building missing but the door and nothing inside except for an old desk, I couldn't help but think about my Grandfathers presence. To see through the front and see the desk there, I was in awe thinking about him. Thinking about the community he lived in, the people he worked with and the era he ran his business.

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