May 1, 2004

Almost a decade ago I purchase a gas bbq. It was nothing special, I was not a rich man. I was a hungry man. The bbq took 10 seasons of snow, rain, heat, beer and bbq sauce spills. Eventually we named it Frankenque.



I loved Frankenque. I used Frankenque several times a week feeding many many mouths. Many took the time to poke fun at it. Yet each weekend they returned, eager for Volleyball and food.



Yesterday, I bought a new bbq. It is a monster. Twice the size of my Frankenque.



Does this mean I will love it more? No.



I will always love you Frankenque.

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