I live in Texas. That means I’m supposed to be a barbeque snob. It also means that when invited to a chargrill in one of the lesser 49 States I’m supposed to attend, be polite, act as if I like the grub and then immediately report my findings to the motherland. It was therefore my responsibility as a citizen of the great State of Texas to accept the invitation from my good friend Pat Swanson to the Sunday evening “Inliners…
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