Big Mista return to G town
The Official Houston Foodie Shot
Had this been my Church Fundraiser I would have given the BBQ Meal that was being served up a groovy name that let all know the this was the epicenter of Galveston - the G Spot if you will... but alas, stunts like that are the reason the Pope has personally specified I not walk into a Catholic Church.
Neil's Church is Episcopalian, the only denomination I hold above my own (Methodist), mostly because they stood on the proper side of the Temperance movement (we were on the wrong side) and earned their congregation the moniker, "whiskeybellions."
St Augustine of Hippo Church - the Church he grew up in
Pat Tate, Neil's Momma in Pink sitting
So, I finally got some time after recuperating from my job this week with my Special Ed Class, (I taught them to sing the Blues classic, 'Mistreated') and drove the Popdaddy FunkWagon down to see Neil for his visit to Texas and Galveston.
Sweet Loving Couple who stayed for hours listening to the Manna Band.
Galveston is a very historical city, the county is of course best noted for being the origin point for the Texas Couch dance, which we have to thank for being the precursor to the Lap Dance which broke out into the strip scene in the 1980's and early 1990's.
But back to Neil and his church fundraiser. The food was wonderful; I met Ernie Ramirez, who had a nice walk for last year's Houston Livestock and Rodeo and I heard placed well at the Jack as well. Also met a guy named Tony who was telling me about how he will be conquering Pennsylvania and we all laughed til we were asthmatic about "northern Q" and what constitutes a "trophy" and the many KCBS pageants they have. But enough about Harpoons and some of the world's worse BBQ (sans, Smoke in your eye - who is actually a Texas by way of Memphis so he doesn't count and also ICUE).
Lonnie and the Gear
- a story about Lonnie. Lonnie was perhaps, hands down the hardest working volunteer (and some paid workers) I have seen in my life at any competition or event. He was always smiling, gracious, didn't bat an eye when I was pulling chix and a starving man came by and I gave him a chicken (hey, its not my chicken). But one thing had me laughing. At one point Tony and Ernie left and there was one load of chix Neil was not aware of. I had no therm so I peeked at them and they shook hands well and POURED out clear juices. So I did not want to get dirty so I volunteered to hold the pan for Lonnie while he tonged the chix out. With every pull of one single chix he would go "oh Lawd help me." I mean every pull... and there were maybe 10 a shelf. It was a slooooooow process.... I finally passed him the pan and pulled all the chix in about 4 seconds. He was amazed... LOL. I told him fire was your friend as he noticed my hands, calloused from years of pulling hot items. Maybe I have lost my nerves in my hands... anyway... Lonnie needs to work in BBQ.
Here are some pictures of the wondrous world class meal that Big Mista
Chix - speaking of Chix I missed getting a picture of a nice Polish Girl in pig tails who came to eat... she kept talkin' to the padre - in polish - which added and extra layer of sassiness, to her... and the Popdaddy Van was just feet away. :-(
The Church, right across the street from where my dad taught for many years, had significant surge in it... about 2-3 feet.
Neil and his no-grecian formula packin' self
Neil, his agent and personal assistant with the Borg in her ear and my buddy Jim Pucchetti (aka against the grain). Can you believe we both know a guy that was arrested for meeting with minors in a Dickinson motel and serving them up alcohol?
How I wanted to steal a slice of this cake and stick a dollar in the missing wedge.