Growing up across the street from a popular park meant that our neighborhood always smelled good. Really. We were always able to catch the drift of what was cooking somewhere in our vicinity. Was it hotdogs or hamburgers, possibly steak or most likely, bbq chicken. It was always fun scouting the park, looking for friends, while also checking out everyone's picnic table. The red checked
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