It's kind of like a homecoming at older churches. You see people there that you may not see again until the same time at the same place next year.

It's a real holiday. We all come together, no matter what our differences are, and work like a well-oiled machine to produce the best barbecue in Alabama.

You never plan anything for the third Saturday in April.

Things like that will get the teenagers out.

Everyone was in a real dither, but we made it through fine. I was only a little girl, but I remember how upset everyone got.