Y'all know about Bee Bee's right? I mean, how could you not. But still. My recollection is that the first time I went to Bee Bee's was with Big A Goldsmith (which is consistent with quite a few of other "firsts" in my life which will no doubt be woven into future posts) in the late 1980's or perhaps the early 1990's back when it only had 3 or 4 tables. But Bee Bee's really took hold for me during high school. Several of us Not My Boys frequented it all the time. The Mike Gallagher combo - cheeseburger, half onion rings/half fries, sweet tea - was $3.05 (tax inclusive). It may seem odd that I can remember the price of a fast food combo from 20 years ago, but we had this one Not My Boy by the name of Killa Cannon (much love!) that used to only bring 3 singles and ask to borrow a nickel from whomever else was in our group. This happened about every time we went over about a three year period, and we easily ate there twice a month on Saturdays for lunch, if not more. Each trip became funnier as more and more Not My Boys refused to give him the nickel and make him break a bigger bill (you know, like a $5).
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To some parents, their boys’ participation in bottle rocket wars, trespassing and four wheelin’ on property off Fairforest Way, or attempt to buy malt liquor from a lady that I am pretty sure was legally blind but would accept a "University of Georgia Student ID" printed on red construction paper, would be alarming to say the least. To Ann Sherard, these were rites of passage for boys growing up in the South. Ok, maybe not trying to buy malt liquor from a blind lady, but the other ones for sure, along with a host of others. Over the years, Ann fielded many calls from concerned parents that started something like, “Ann, are you aware that Reid and his friends….(insert any of the above).” These concerns were always met with a swift rebuttal from Ann. “Not my boys!,” she would passionately reply as she stared out the window at a mud soaked Bronco. Ann, your boys are up to something again. Although I think this new venture would be easier to defend. Reid and I share a love for the people and places of South Carolina and a love for using the written word to creatively share things we experience in life. What makes a lawyer and dentist qualified to start this new adventure, you ask? Well, we are both certified. Reid has been certified by the SC BBQ Association as a judge, and I have been certified by my wife as a smart ass. So here we go… Ann Sherard did not cook much, but she did serve doses of life with a side order of crazy. We hope to do the same with this blog. We are not sure where this adventure is going to take us, or how often, but we do know if we gave up on the idea we would once again hear the words…“Not my boys.” (And just for good measure we will probably hear a fair bit "don't believe I would have told that" too, another Ann favorite) |
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