I can't quit you, Baltimore.

Having recently posted after an excruciating absence, I felt the need to scroll back through my previous posts to see exactly what I had said about our NC-BBQ adventure. As it turns out, I've said next to nothing, as I appear to be hung up on Baltimore.

That will clearly come as no surprise to those who know me.

In fact, I'm wondering if a short fall vacation to Baltimore might not be exactly what I need--but I digress.

I have basically repeated my love of Faidley's ad infinitum, and I think that cat, if you will, has been skinned as many ways as it can be.

I promise that my next post will be categorically below the Mason-Dixon line (as opposed to just straddling it).