Coming back from San Antonio from the youth temple trip today, the two cars in our caravan chose to take a country road off the interstate to what Fred calls the best barbecue in Texas. This place was the real deal, the smoked rib meat fell off the bone gently and the sausage was tender and juicy, along with the brisket. After lunch, I insisted that we all stroll across the street to bring home a watermelon, each one hand-thumped by this white-haired woman who, like a fortune teller, would tell us whether or not we picked a good one. It was rather funny and Fred quipped that at the end of the day, all of them would be sold, and therefore, good enough. Most of the youth were in the other vehicles that didn't join us, leaving Lindsey and Scott behind with the remaining adults. From left to right, there is Scott, Brett, Brent, Lindsey, Fred, JL, Sergio, and Mike. Our striped Luling fruit should be perfectly chilled now. I'll leave a comment on how delicious our watermelon was or w...