We'll bring red beans and rice. I posted it as a comment on the Facebook page. Is there somewhere else I need to put it?
You're good. Yea Red Beans & Rice!
We'll bring red beans and rice. I posted it as a comment on the Facebook page. Is there somewhere else I need to put it?
Special Applause goes out to: Jennifer & Andy McAlexander of MacFarms, Ollie Petit, Chef Ed Reese & Erin Mason, Kathy Martin, Chase Johnson, Pratt McHenry, and Tom Piggot, for making it a memorable event for all of us.


Fantastic! Thanks for sharing the tshirt and sign - love them!!!
I freekin LOVE this!!!Continuing w/ the creature theme:
This must have been an afternoon in Spring 2002; 'cuz Joey and I were living in the Daughettes, and Greg and I were in negotiations to become business partners. Those 'negotiations' (or as Greg would say: "I'm here for my daily grilling") always took place at my bar; and 'detente' was typically reached at the bottom of a bottle of vodka.
On this particular day, next-door neighbor Nancy came breathlessly pounding at the front door: "Joey, Joey! Come Quick and bring a shovel! Stu and a giant rattlesnake are facing off in our driveway!!"
Joey and I scatter in different directions in search of armament. Greg calmly picks up his lowball glass full of vodka (on the rocks) and saunters next door. By the time Joey and I skid in at Stu & Nancy's, armed w/ shovels and hoes...
Greg has the rattlesnake in a chokehold behind it's head. It's flailing and he's sipping vodka. He's holding this sucker up and it's damn near as tall as Greg (a debatable point... somewhere between 5'8"-5'10"). While the rest of us are clamouring about how best to 'off' the rattler... Greg ambles over to his pickup and asks me to open the driver side door for him. He says "I'm taking this big boy down to the state forest and drop 'im off home. No need to kill 'im... he just got a little lost."
Off he weaves holding the snake out the window in his left hand, nearly full glass of vodka in his right hand, 'steering' with his knees. In just a few minutes Greg returns, sans rattlesnake.
"How did it go Greg?"
To which he replied "Pour me another glass of vodka, will you Donna? That sucker was PISSED by the time we got to the forest and I spilled my whole fckng drink!"
It was 'Clinks to the Rattlesnake'... that day and many more!
Message from childhood buddy Bill Moore
(who says people from Miami Springs will understand this):
"Greg, So sorry you never caught Big Boy"
(For those of us NOT from Miami Springs, I think this has to do with fishing for an ol' granddaddy of a fish in their Miami Springs neighborhood lake):
