Be Cheap

The mortgage on my grandparent’s house in the late 1970s was $450 a month in today’s dollars — and it was a really nice house. It looked much like this (don’t have an actual photo):

I don’t think people realize or remember how very cheap housing used to be, even when accounting for inflation.

Oh Hell No

Jesus Christ what the fuck is that. That’s not barbecue. Holy shit that looks terrible. No Northerner knows a damn thing about barbecue and that would taste like absolute fucking garbage.

This is barbecue, though I prefer baked beans to mac ‘n cheese:

There’s a place in North Florida also called Ken’s that used to serve the most heavenly baked beans in the universe. They were so amazing — but I haven’t been to that place in over 25 years and have no idea if they are still that incredible.