Back in, I want to say, 2006, my fiancee and I lived in an apartment complex with nine units around a courtyard. We’d wheel the grill out, and after a couple of times, neighbours asked if they could throw something on. It was an absurdly large grill for two people (and I’m the sort to buy the the entire summer’s charcoal when a spring sale takes two-thirds off the price), so it turned into a thing where almost every night, half of the residents were out in folding chairs, drinking beer and sharing food when it was done.
As a group, the only thing we had in common was our address. My fiancee and I were to the left of the Overton window, while another couple was that classic redneck “I don’t like dem gays, but if they ain’t hurtin’ me, I got no issue” sort. We ended up forming a bowling team that fall.
Seriously. The time when everything didn’t have to be about politics was less than 20 years ago. Hmm … wonder what changed.
Back in, I want to say, 2006, my fiancee and I lived in an apartment complex with nine units around a courtyard. We’d wheel the grill out, and after a couple of times, neighbours asked if they could throw something on. It was an absurdly large grill for two people (and I’m the sort to buy the the entire summer’s charcoal when a spring sale takes two-thirds off the price), so it turned into a thing where almost every night, half of the residents were out in folding chairs, drinking beer and sharing food when it was done.
As a group, the only thing we had in common was our address. My fiancee and I were to the left of the Overton window, while another couple was that classic redneck “I don’t like dem gays, but if they ain’t hurtin’ me, I got no issue” sort. We ended up forming a bowling team that fall.
Seriously. The time when everything didn’t have to be about politics was less than 20 years ago. Hmm … wonder what changed.