I’m talking gas and charcoal, people. Burgers, dogs, chicken, veggies, the works. Bonus points if you can do that thing where you cook corn, with lime, in tin foil.
Nope, I don’t know how to do it. Nope, I don’t care to ever have a stick-shift car. Yes, I assume you know how to drive one.
I should probably know how to do this too. (I swear, Dad, I’m going to learn some day.) But you definitely should know how to do this.
And use it to hang a heavy, framed piece of artwork—straight.
Sometimes the fix requires a professional. But I at least want you to be able to do some diagnostic work to reach that conclusion.
It’s a pain in the ass, but someone’s gotta do it. And that someone is you.
For that big yard we will have some day.
Or at least not be too ashamed to ask for directions.
Whether by shoveling, pouring salt & kitty litter, or pushing with your own bare hands.
Against what, you ask? Anything and everything