TC the Terrible NOW Saber Squelch

Eat you hearts out gang. The family and I are headed out to the beach on Saturday. We’ve got a bungalow reserved down at Fort Story, VA for the next week.

Fort Story is a military post that still does a fair amount of training, but when you ask anyone about it all they want to talk about is the private beach. There’s almost a mile of beach that is sealed off from all the riff raff that floats down to Virginia Beach this time of year. The rates are dirt cheap and we had to book our bungalow a year in advance.

The place is loaded with history, from the first landing place of the white man, to fighting the battle that pretty much ended the American Revolution just off its coast. Ft. Story also has what was probably one of the first pork-barrel projects in American history, the first lighthouse paid for by Congress. Try to convince me some Senator from Virginia wasn’t having a tough election that year.

On one side of the base the beach is on the Chesapeake Bay. On the other side the beach faces the Atlantic Ocean. The image from Google Maps doesn’t do it justice. It’s a great place to be near stuff, but secluded at the same time. Since it’s a functional military base we can expect a peaceful week.

I have no idea how much, if any, internet access we are going to have. Somehow I’m sure I’ll figure out a way to post a couple of times while we are there.

"Maybe everybody was coked up, but who cares? It was hot. It was all about sex."  You have to wonder if Justin Timberlake is talking about the 1970s or the time that he and Britney were together.  Maybe he was talking about all those long nights on the tour bus with Lance Bass.  Either way the shoe fits.

Yesterday a judge came to the conclusion that " cigarette makers conspired for decades to deceive the public about the dangers of their product ".  Like that took a real leap of logic to figure out.  In some circles it’s called job security.

Buy a Ford this weekend.  I’ve got family depending on those bloated ass UAW retirement checks.

It’s good to see my buddies at Cozy Corner finally getting some of the fame they deserve , even if their name is hidden halfway down the page.  There is no better rib joint in Memphis but they aren’t as famous because they are a bit hard to find.  They don’t have a web site (can you imagine?), they don’t FedEx ribs around the world, they close up shop at 5:00 in the afternoon, they take a two week vacation around the 4th of July, and only recently have they started taking credit cards.

So why would you eat here?  Because they have the best damned ribs in the city of Memphis.  In a city famous for B-B-Q that’s saying a mouthful.  The ribs are always moist and full of ‘real’ Memphis flavor.  The super-hot sauce will knock you on your ass, but the three gallon jug of sweet tea is right out there on the counter to quell your thirst.  The tea is sweet enough to send a diabetic into shock, and that’s the way a Southern likes it. 

Cozy is worth a trip to Memphis by itself.

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TC