It's time to meet the man

Okay, I didn't meet the man. I was chicken. But the brisket at Dixie's BBQ was heavenly, and Gene was very nice, though he didn't seem that impressed with my Ohio lineage. J.R. got called "Gator" the whole time we were there just because he was born in Florida. Whatever. I got brisket out of the deal, so I can't complain. I also split the lemon cake with J.R., and that was a mistake. Always get your own piece, people. Always.