One of the guys in our neck of the woods used to have annual Christmas party the Saturday night before Christmas. The invite would show up in your mailbox, as well as on the bulletin board at the firehouse, by word of mouth at the general store and so on. There was no need to … Continue reading (B)Raising the Lowly Shank

About a year ago, I had to take care of some family business in Virginia. On my way down, I stopped at a groovy little gas station-turned barbeque joint called “Shaffers” in Middletown, Virginia. In the bays where once stood lifts and tool boxes and oil drums were beds of mac and cheese, greens and … Continue reading A Man. A Ham. A Plan.