Perspectives of a Canadian in the Old/Deep/New/Geographic South: This is where I ramble on about nothing in particular and post a few nice pictures.
We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness – and call it love – true love. – Robert Fulghum, True Love
This past Saturday was the memorial Mass for Patrick Stuckart. It was a very nice service with a fair number of people. There didn’t seem to be a lot of tears shed (that I saw anyway), although I did get a little misty-eyed at the end when Danny Boy was sung.
Afterwards was the wake/reception at Daniel Island Club where Patrick did some work. It was a nice casual gathering, pretty much the same people who were at the Mass. Again, not a lot of tears shed, mostly just people hanging out, talking. If you just walked in off the street, you’d never know it was a wake.
Just the way Patrick would have wanted it I think.
At tonight’s photo meetup, Dee came up with this nice little tribute to Patrick Stuckart. A bunch of us ordered Guinness’ and we had a toast to Patrick
I only knew Patrick for a few years, but I’m glad for the time I did know him. He was always quick with his sense of humour and had a lot of answers to people’s questions about photography or photo software. He was a big part of the photo meetup and he’ll be missed.
Summer is here, and with it are the 30°C+ temperatures (in the morning) that completely sap any desire I might have to do anything outside, much less go running in it. This is putting my running goal of 800 km by the end of the year in jeopardy.
I see a lot of people running outside, particularly mid-day, which makes me wonder how on earth they do that.
I’ve fired up the treadmill and set up the fan so that there’s some air flow to keep me sort of cool while I use it. The plan is to use it a little more during the summer but first I have to figure out what units I set it up to display in. I seem to remember setting it up to display in metric so I just need to make sure.
Treadmill running isn’t quite the same as running on the road, but it should at least keep me doing something, which is better than doing nothing.
Had the opportunity to join my friends Michael, Andra and her husband Michael on a road trip to Scott’s Bar-B-Que up in Hemingway, SC, about 90 minutes north-ish from Charleston. We also met Andra’s dad there, who in the grand tradition of southern gentlemen, will quite happily tell stories and talk your ear off .
Like all the decent BBQ places, Scott’s isn’t much to look at, only open three days a week and is quite popular. Oh, and if you decide to go, bring cash. They don’t take debit or credit cards.
After an uneventful drive up SC 41, we arrived at this blue and white kind of dilapidated looking building with bins of watermelons for sale out front and the smell of smoke in the air.
Inside, there are drink coolers to the left, a few tables and the counter where you place your order to the right. Large metal buckets containing ziplock bags of fried pork skins tempt you while you stand in line to order.
At the counter, you can place your order by the pound or by the hog. You can even BYOH (Bring Your Own Hog) and they’ll smoke it for you. They do turkey and chicken too in case you don’t do pork. Lunch plates are available too, with coleslaw and baked beans.
I ordered one of the BBQ pork plates to eat there and two pounds of pork and a few chicken leg quarters to bring home with me for later. If you order the plate, you’ll get a lot of pork. The BBQ is tasty and their BBQ sauce is vinegary and spicy. Not quite as smoky as I thought it might be, but still very good. The BBQ pork was so good even the normally vegetarian Michael Maher dug in.
We stayed for about an hour or so enjoying BBQ, listening to Andra’s dad tell stories and watching the line of people coming to get BBQ get longer. Eventually it was time to hit the road and head on back. On the way back, Michael, who is a big railroad fan, decided to stop at an old train bridge to get some pictures. It made for a nice little photo op and I came away with some pretty decent shots.
Check out the rest of my pictures from our little BBQ road trip adventure.