Before I die, or maybe this season, I want to do a whole pig. I hear the skin is to die for. The problem is the time involved. It is a very long cook that demands attention. Rooter to tooter it's all good.
Or perhaps a big beef brisket? That would be good too. A Texas pal told me it's about like a pork shoulder.
Not in my eight plus years of blogging have I been so slack. Oh I've been blogging, but not here.
I'm reaching my peak with www.extremetailgatesociety.com and the twitter account @tailgateextreme, plus the Facebook page ExtremeTailgate to keep me occupied.
Then there is work. Then there is a medical issue that has been haunting me that I haven't discussed.
Like my dear mother who will be 90 in October, I have hypertension. Every 4 to 5 years it will rage higher to unbelievable levels. 184 over 120 I'm talking about. Crazy levels. Dangerous levels.
So then we must find the next mix of drugs that reduces blood pressure, has acceptable side effects, and then I need to get used to it.
I think after a few weeks I'm onto a calcium blocker that has dropped my pressure to 117 over 77, it makes me a bit tired, but other than that I'm ok and my manly stuff functions if you know what I mean.
I headed out to work this morning and a big old bull squirrel is standing at the apex of my man room, mission control, the football situation room. In squirrel talk he's screaming, "Panthers are a Lock!"
So I take it under advisement. Then as I pulled into my parking lot...bam! A big cat skin is draped over the bush. Another revelation.
Today marks 38 years since the great sleep where I stayed in bed completely well, yet slept for three days.
You see, I ditched college in my second year to explore the world. I joined a ragtag group of guys and we built railroad tracks. We traveled the southeast and built small tracks called spurs.
The work was difficult. Every day I ached. We worked from sun up to sundown and everything was heavy. Just the tools were 45 pounds each.
After about six weeks on the job it became Labor Day and I was as Far East in NC as you can get, Plymouth, NC, home of Catfish Hunter.
After six weeks I was exhausted. I had a room in a cheap motel with a black and white TV and AC.
All of Saturday I slept. Saturday night I went to the bathroom and ate a bag of burgers. I woke Sunday to eat mid morning. I woke Monday to watch a little Jerry Lewis Telethon and napped all day and slept all Monday night.
That’s wReggie with a silent “W” like Wrangler, wrench, write and wrong, and now new and improved with a lower case “w” with all the cutting edge sophistication of eBay or iPhone. Some words need a "W" like "one". What's that about?
I love to travel and observe the world. I married my teenage sweetheart who is still my first wife. I guess you can call me an animal lover too with 4 border collies, 3 horses, two cats, 21 chickens and one Brine Shrimp. I have a deep love and respect for bacon and club sandwiches and take convenience of gravity for granted.
Finally, I love to laugh.