Being a Michigander,, born and bred, well, let's just say that we watched the Tigers take the world series, in the middle of 7th grade with Mikey Lolitch doing the pitching and stormin' Norman Cash, Al Kaline, and Willy the Wonder Horton pounding out the home runs, and then again, that amazing year where the Tigers smashed the Padre's with Kirk Gibson, and the boys doing the honors. And well, this year, what can I say about my Tigers?
But I refuse to hijack this post so that's all I'm gonna say about baseball. I have to say that you have one beautiful grill there. It looks every bit as well made as the Webber high-end grills that I dream about but can't afford. Enjoy and get some seriously good grub from that cookin' machine.
Oh, and I loved your trip down memory lane. I have those memories too, but about my own Dad and walking down logging trails in autumn with a shotgun tucked under my arm, looking for "birds". I'm not much of a hunter, but those walks through the forest were magical just because I was with my Dad.
Seeeeeya; Goodweed of the North