On Open Letter to my first Weber Grill.
Why did you run away? It’s been over ten years now since you left, and I still think about you sometimes. It was the night before Father’s Day when you left. Why did you go? Did you like the houses across the street better than the apartment we were in? Did you not like our neighbor, the gas grill? I had such big plans for us on that Father’s Day.
It was painful, but I have moved on. The grill I’m living with now is much more understanding.
After 10 years now we are still going strong, even after the warping grease fire that’s made it hard to get the grill properly placed. Our relationship is so strong that we’ve had a small barrel grill and a smoker move in. There isn’t even a hint of jealousy.
Even so, after all these years I still think about you. I guess you never forget your first.

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