Grill
It sat on the back porch at White Street until my family moved, and then it sat on the back porch at the new house. It's looks pretty much the same as it always did. It's a tough fucking grill.
I gave it to my buddy Jimmy last fall to do some work on it. He put a new base on it, and a new catch so the top will stay open without flipping the whole damn thing over. It is very heavy. It is also my birthright, and the only thing I've ever cared to have from my dad.
And it cooks the fuck out of some food, y'all. It's a goddamn thing of beauty, and a joy to cook with. Someday I'll give it to John. I hope it sits in my backyard for thirty more years.
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