OMG! This just popped up as a facebook memory. I found this that I wrote years ago for a post I made, back when I was trying to build a business by posting regularly on social media. That's the year my mom got sick, and clearly, this grill had already started to need attention. The fact that it lasted for six years since I wrote this, through all the family drama, illness, grief, estate cleaning, etc, and was STILL COOKING OUR FOOD when I came to you for help, says a LOT about how tough Weber built this little grill.
I laughed when I read it, and thought y'all might laugh too. So glad to be fixing up this grill FINALLY!
About my Genesis, written in 2016:
(y'all who didn't grow up in the south, going to church where they taught out of the old testament, may not recognize this, but Lamentations is a book in the bible, and it kind of sounds like this.)
Lamentations of the Grill
Lo, the day cometh, and Verily I say it cometh quickly, when there shall be no grilled food.
The children of the earth (specifically those in Southern Kentucky) have wandered far. They have tended their yards. They have painted their houses. They have lusted after the harlot flower, watering, feeding, hungering for its sweet perfume.
Yea, they have eaten of the fat of the land. They have cast their fish, and their meat, their corn and their potatoes onto the mercy of the grill, and the grill has yielded her bounty.
And the grill has suffered, and she has cried out for the cleaning.
But the children of Southern Kentucky have heard it not. They have drunk their wine, eaten of the bounty, and heard not the cry of the grill. Yea, they have heard it not.
I say unto you, that the day cometh when the children of Southern Kentucky shall go to light the grill, but Lo, the grill shall not light. And the children shall cry out in hunger, and they shall curse the grill, and beg. They shall change the gas tank and scrape and plead, but the grill will not hear.
And the children shall die upon their deck, hungering for the fruit of the grill. Yea they will curse the grill, and the flowers, and the flowers shall die of thirst without the children to tend them.
For verily I say unto you, there are seven hells, but the eighth hell is cooking inside in Kentucky in July.