Man this one was hard. I look out at my old smoker sitting in the backyard; thinking of all the years and hours we spent together; knowing how difficult that tube smoker could be, but remembering all the deep barked smoky meat which came from those hours of attention, and I feel like a traitor seeing it stand all alone with weeds growing around its legs. I remembered when we worked together to feed a whole round-up crew.
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