
I've gotten in the habit of driving around Hot Springs early in the morning. It's gotten to be pretty crowded at other times. I go downtown and look for photographs. Last week, I thought it would be cool to shoot the McClard's building for Teresa. So, at 6:45-ish on the morning of July 4th, I set up my tripod and wide-angle lens outside of McClard's to take the shot. Now, etiquette (if not the law and ethics) probably requires permission of the owner, but, the only person in sight was some guy blowing off the parking lot. He didn't look like English was his primary language. I waved, he smiled and nodded. I started dialing in the exposure when this obviously English-speaking guy comes out with an apron on and cautiously approaches me. I walked over and introduced myself to Mr. McClard (as it turns out). He very kindly invited me inside to view the pit. I met his wife, who was finishing up something to eat, and remarked that they had been there since 2:30 a.m. I got a tour of the pit and the kitchen, where many gallons of barbecue sauce were being prepared. Not much to it, but then again, you shouldn't over-complicate cooking barbecue (my opinion). Mr. McClard told me that the 4th was their busiest day, so after a little further chit-chat, I decided to get out of their hair, even though I really wanted to stay and shoot. A free bottle of sauce and a can of spices and I was out the door.

Oh yeah. Why is this post entitled "Tradition"? On the 4th of July, we always had barbecue from Jones Bros. of Marianna (something of a family staple) and my dad's homemade ice cream. So, barbecue on the 4th is tradition, even if I can't quite make myself carry it on without him. Sorry, dad--best I can make myself manage.
2 comments:
Great post.
Thanks, Aud.
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