- Sep 15, 2012
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Memorial day this year is extra special to my family and myself. You see today would be my fathers 91st birthday, and he was also a veteran of the Korean War. The only thing he told me about his service was that he was flight mechanic, with in-flight status. I'm not sure, but I believe that means he was able to work on planes both in air and on the ground. He was like most veterans I know who didn't speak much about his time in the service, and I respected him enough to never push the subject.
So in remembrance to father. I'm smoking a shoulder and a rack of ribs. My father could do almost anything he set his mind to, and encouraged me to do the same. So many memories of my father bailing me out of jams are swirling around in my head today. One time I had an old 69 Chevelle that needed a transmission fluid change. My friend and I put it on ramps and proceeded to drain the fluid and change the filter. Well low and behold we couldn't find the filter. So we tried to put it back together. After a while we gave up because we couldn't figure out where the extra parts went. Dad came home from work and started laughing. I'll admit it kinda pissed me off at the time, but then he reached down and grabbed the filter out of the bucket full of transmission fluid. He then told me that the original filter was much smaller then the replacement and I had gone to far ripping apart the tranny looking for it. That Saturday he got underneath the Chevelle with me and showed me how to do it correctly. The reason I'm smoking a shoulder and ribs. Well it's because BBQing was never his strong suit, and he was always proud of me when I invited him over for some good Q, a few Buds, and share some memories.
Here is our flag flying at half mast until noon. In recognition to all the Veterans who made the ultimate sacrifice.
Dad this Q is for you. The 26er with the SnS.
Water added, more coals added, and hickory added.
Shoulder added:
To be continued...Ribs will go on later today.
Chris
So in remembrance to father. I'm smoking a shoulder and a rack of ribs. My father could do almost anything he set his mind to, and encouraged me to do the same. So many memories of my father bailing me out of jams are swirling around in my head today. One time I had an old 69 Chevelle that needed a transmission fluid change. My friend and I put it on ramps and proceeded to drain the fluid and change the filter. Well low and behold we couldn't find the filter. So we tried to put it back together. After a while we gave up because we couldn't figure out where the extra parts went. Dad came home from work and started laughing. I'll admit it kinda pissed me off at the time, but then he reached down and grabbed the filter out of the bucket full of transmission fluid. He then told me that the original filter was much smaller then the replacement and I had gone to far ripping apart the tranny looking for it. That Saturday he got underneath the Chevelle with me and showed me how to do it correctly. The reason I'm smoking a shoulder and ribs. Well it's because BBQing was never his strong suit, and he was always proud of me when I invited him over for some good Q, a few Buds, and share some memories.
Here is our flag flying at half mast until noon. In recognition to all the Veterans who made the ultimate sacrifice.
Dad this Q is for you. The 26er with the SnS.
Water added, more coals added, and hickory added.
Shoulder added:
To be continued...Ribs will go on later today.
Chris