Most holidays I think about my family.

Unless i’m with them, then maybe I’m thinking about being home. Hee hee hee. But if I was down South, I think I’d be finishing my shift at the sous chef station working sides and desserts. Then it’s on to pit duty. And the beginning of barbecue season. Cause my Dad barbecues from Memorial Day (some years Mother’s Day) to Thanksgiving, when he is banned from barbecue until the following Spring. The tools have to be wrestled from his hands. I thought all guys liked to barbecue like that. I am so thankful that is not the case. I mean it’s good the first four or five holidays, but dang. Too much of a good thing applies to barbecue too.

I still miss them. At least I’ll see them in August. Barbecue and all.