Today we leave for what has become a home away from home, Memphis, Tennessee. This will be our 3rd trip to the city since June of 2014. Tomorrow, Patrice and I will be attending a seminar. You all know how committed we are to education and even as our ages advance we want to learn new information and new skills. If successful, tomorrow’s seminar will qualify us to return to Memphis next May to be judges at the “Memphis in May BBQ Festival”.
Our loyal blog followers might remember the amazing BBQ tour our guide Lance, from Tastin Round Town (www.tastinroundtown.com), took us on last May. If you recall (or even if you don’t recall) we enjoyed BBQ ribs (pork and beef), a pulled pork sandwich, BBQ egg roll (yes egg roll), BBQ spaghetti (yes spaghetti) and BBQ nachos (yes nachos). We learned an incredible amount of information about BBQ from Lance but the one thing we found most valuable is that we could become judges for the BBQ Festival. All we needed to do was to apply, be accepted, and attend the BBQ judge seminar. What he didn’t mention (or maybe I conveniently forgot this part) is that we need to pass a test after the seminar (you mean we actually have to learn something?). I just hope they don’t ask us to regurgitate what we learned because if we eat as much as we did with Lance last May, regurgitation might be a real possibility and I am not talking about regurgitation of information.
Currently we are at about 30,000 feet over San Bernardino, California. I had plenty of time to write and publish this entry while still on the ground but you all know how much I love to use the internet from way up high. It is my version of the “Mile High Club”.
If any of my readers are superstitious they might be worried that we are flying on Friday the 13th. We obviously don’t seem to mind (see picture below) because we are seated in row 13. How is that for tempting fate? My pal, Allen, was born on Friday the 13th (actually November 13th, Happy B-Day Allen) and it seemed to work out okay for him. Actually he is working on his birthday so Patrice and I could have our little getaway. Thanks, Allen.
Enough for now (some of you might have already said that a paragraph or two ago).
I hope all is well.
Robert
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