Driving faster in my carFalling farther from just what we are

Smoke a cigarette and lie some more.

These conversations kill.

Today, my friend and occasional guest blogger, Jimmy, had a pig roast.

His lovely wife, Lesa, graduated.

They bought a 180 pound pig and cooked it all night long over charcoal.

He lives near Superior, Wisconsin.

I don't want to steal his thunder, because he told me he would do a guest blog, with photos.

I went to bed last night, knowing that this pig was being put into the 55 gallon barrel being slow-cooked over charcoal.

I got up to pee at 6 a.m. Jimmy texted me and told me he just put another two and a half bags of charcoal underneath the beast.

I wish I was there.

I bet the sound of the pork fat drizzling and sizzling on the coals sounds like a chorus of angels, heralding the coming of the newborn king.

Thank you, sweet Lord, for creating delicious pigs.

Thank you.