Posted by pandjlocke on Monday, December 1, 2008
5 comments on “And we thought we were finished . . .”
Graypeddler Says:
Tuesday, December 2, 2008 @5:59:41 AM
Picking the old banjo while the BBQ is ah cooking sound like it outht to be part of a song. Hummmm... Maybe there is a song writer among those ribs. Smile
Cottonmouth Says:
Tuesday, December 2, 2008 @6:41:04 AM
What time?
jamie_t123 Says:
Tuesday, December 2, 2008 @10:07:34 AM
Sounds like heaven...except for the 5 pounds I would put on digging into those ribs!
beeliner Says:
Tuesday, March 17, 2009 @9:31:38 AM
Wow Patric, BQ'd RIBS, where is your church, I might want to join !!!!! No wonder they want you and your wife to cook !
djingodjango Says:
Saturday, August 29, 2009 @8:21:23 AM
We probably would bump into each other as we traveled down that long, twisty, noisy hallway in the house we call family. I'm descended from a long line of New England rascals first propigated by an English sea captain John Miles Locke on the coast of New Hampshire in the early 1600's. He didn't carry a banjo (I don't think they were around then) but he probably had a beat up lute stuffed in his sea trunk when he came ashore. It's good to run into another Locke who's pluckin" and strummin'. I haven't brought my banjo (a beautiful handmade Dana Fligg long neck) into church. Some folks have difficulties praising the Lord with stringed instruments. (Even though scriptures mentions David a hummin' and a strummin'). But I do play my guitars while cantoring. God provides the music. We just have to sing it. Let's talk some more. And save me a rib.
Cousin George
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