In November, Mr. Kipper was in Georgia for a week. He and a co-worker opted to drive, rather than fly, because the co-worker doesn't like flying. On the way home, they drove right past a great barbeque place, and stopped for the night about an hour north of the restaurant. He dropped the co-worker off at the hotel, then drove the hour south to pick up barbeque, so he could smuggle it back north, across the Mason-Dixon line. When I picked him up the next day, I was more concerned with the barbeque than with him.

Mmmm, a pig roast... I think that's what we're doing for our housewarming party...