The first week of school is behind us and many teachers have already handed out the first writing assignment of the year. Of course I am talking about the famous “write about something you did over the summer” assignment. Since I am on a third grade reading level, I thought this would be a great lesson to tackle myself.
Just typing the word makes me uncomfortable. Now, imagine how I felt when my wife told me that I would need to be a chaperone on my son’s third grade school trip to the State House and State Museum. I tried to remind her that I still have not recovered from the time 20 years ago when a buddy called me to see if I wanted to tag along and help him chaperone a group of first-week high school seniors at Cherry Grove. Nevermind we were only three years older than the group of whom we were supposed to be in charge of their well-being. “It will be a free week at the beach,” said my buddy. Mentally, I am still paying the price today from what that week did to my soul.
When Dabo Swinney was hired, he told us to dream big. But who dreams this big?
It’s a Christmas miracle! A new post! Everyone reading this has heard of the book The Polar Express. It came out 30+ years ago and tells the story of a boy on a magical Christmas Eve train ride to the North Pole, where he receives, then loses, then re-receives a bell from "Mr. C" that only rings for those who truly believe in Santa.
Like many popular books The Polar Express was made into a movie. But the residual money-making did not stop there; enterprising railroad companies now offer their own versions of The Polar Express (all licensed by Warner Brothers of course) so that your children can supposedly have an experience like the boy in the book by riding on an actual train. The closest of these to Greenville is in Bryson City, North Carolina on the Great Smoky Mountains Railroad, and over 88,000 people took this train ride over about 7 weeks in 2017 so it is hugely popular. Many of you have done it before, so feel free to nod in your heads in agreement with this post as we break it down. And for those who have not, prepare yourselves.
This review is being posted on the Lord’s Day, fitting for a barbeque joint with “God’s Mercy and Grace are New Every Morning” painted on the smokehouse wall. Speaking of Mercy and Grace, those are the names of the twin 1,000 gallon Moberg smokers (custom-made in Dripping Springs, Texas from decommissioned propane tanks) that fill said smokehouse at Bobby’s BBQ in Fountain Inn, South Carolina, the newest addition to the fledgling upstate brisket scene.