Pork Ribs, Forks And Bibs

We're going to grill tonight!!

Last night, it was cold.

I went into town and was accosted by a young gentleman, who was accompanied by a young lady and another guy, who asked "Can I play your guitar?"

I said "I don't know; can you play any guitar?"

He said that he had been playing for 16 years.

I said "Then, you can probably play my guitar."

I had all the new strings on, and it was about 40 degrees out. I took my guitar out and spent what seemed like forever, tuning it.

By the time I had gotten it tuned, the young lady's cab had come and the young gentleman had suddenly lost all interest in playing my guitar.

I tried to play and my fingers were sluggish. I thought about cancelling the whole evening, but, I tried again in a different spot and actually warmed up so that I was playing at my highest level, in the 39 degree air.

I might have made 10 bucks and probably should have stuck around (it was 1 a.m.) for another hour, but went to the store for a beer, then returned.

I went to the acoustically superior spot and maybe made another 3 bucks. I suppose that isn't bad on such a cold night; whatever.

Food

Food was the priority of the day. In the morning, I had been at Save-A-Lot, and they had a bunch of apple pies that were destined for the dumpster. They told me that they had a lot of food going to the dumpster, so much that it was "ridiculous."

I waited until after dark, and slid under the gate, which allows not obese person in. (If you can squeeze through, you need to squeeze through, is how one of the managers put it). I was then in the Save-Even-More.

I got a bunch of pork ribs and sausage type kilbasas and such; things that the pedestrian homeless guy would leave there, thinking that he had no way to cook them.

I have a way. Tonight, Howard and I will be in the Church Street Gravetyard, barbequing all kinds of food, using a section of the wrought iron fence which protects Elizabeth William's grave (died July 29, 1839) as a grill. Don't worry, I'll return the section to its rightful spot before Liz's spirit escapes.