life is better with smoked brisket

courtesy image, epicurious.com

Growing older has its benefits. I laugh at jokes, memes, and funny street names that I would not have thought funny years ago. Exercise now includes carrying a 20-pound bag of wood pellets (for the smoker grill) into the backyard from the garage. Wearing shorts with black socks in walking shoes, or athletic socks with black loafers on work days, is nobody’s business but mine. I no longer care about the country “going to hell”, or politicians, or climate change – as none of these can I do anything of significance to revert to the world of my childhood. But I can have my friends over to the house for barbecues, potlucks, and smoked brisket.

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