My Dad and I were always in the back yard with the smoker loaded with brisket or ribs when I was growing up and nothing bonded us more. We spent many a Saturday afternoon on the back patio with an ice chest of beer and good music, smelling the smoke from the pecan and mesquite wood coming from the stack of our old smoker. Those are among my happiest memories and now that my Dad's been gone for a little over five years I appreciate those times that we shared more than ever before. Cherish the time you have with your Dad, there's only one of him and I'm sure that I don't have to tell you that nothing can replace him! On another note though, NICE LOOKING RIBS!!!!