And the reason I know for sure that it's Mother's Day and not Father's Day is because this morning's ride led Patty and I here . . .
. . . and not here . . .
(I did sneak in for a preview yesterday, though. I'm no foodie but I love BBQ so let me put it this way: I could easily see myself living secretly in the attic and coming down for scraps at night.)
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