Whitt's Barbecue turns fifty this year.

I never knew Floyd, the founder, but I knew his grandson. Met him in sixth grade. We became fast friends and then bandmates and then roommates and then Best Men. I met the rest of the clan over time. Shared laughs and tears and babies and funerals and vacation houses and I get cards on birthdays and anniversaries and they're the best damn bunch of folks a fellow could know. And they make a fine, fine hickory-smoked barbecue dinner.

I'm honored to offer this print.