A whirling beginning, loud and ambitious.
Let the relaxations begin. The long yawns and wide stretches. Groovy music, retro rap and red dirt alternating on random play.
Coughs and noises, sounds heard nearer the stage. Up close, to see better, to slam dance, to nod and bop.
Obvious declarations of woe and discontent, politics just below the surface, the guns put away, but close.
Smoke the ribs slow or fast, just make sure they're done. Never undercook swine, it will roil the stomach, it will toil the guts. Get the coals hot, the heat will kill the poison.
Machines break, and good mechanics are hard to find.
