My Daddy is the one with the pipe in his mouth. He used to do a lot of cooking for the schools, churches, political rallies among other groups. Never took anything other than the cost of food. He got the white coats loaned to them from the C&S grocery store and the awning from Cleve Fountains Funeral Home. When he would do a BBQ that required someone staying up all night that one be an old gentleman named "Mr Ward" and he would sip on a pint of Early Times the entire night as he tended the meat. Sometimes I'd be out there with him and always wanted to add more coals to the pit and he'd get on me. This went on in the '40s, '50s, 60's till he died in Jan 70 a year after I got back home from Viet Nam. Tommy, Thanks for posting that. Dee