After we completed putting up the last pole, last night. We toyed with the idea of going to the local, rural, redneck/biker bar. We felt it would be fun to have a Mexican, a Black Man and a wimpy, White Guy with socialist tendencies have a beer with the parochial locals. Given the conversation I've heard in the Hardware store (where McCain is king and the correct skin color is pale)---- we laughed, and figured we wouldn't get out of the bar alive. There aren't a lot of Brown folk, nor Lefty types, in this area.
So we had ribs on the barbecue, with mountains of Yukon Gold mashed potatoes that Joni and I whipped up. A good time was had by all.