Rocky Patel Sixty Sixty 6x60
It's kind've weird how fast time passes. It seems like just yesterday I held both of my kids as newborns, and yet, almost 17-years later, I'm blessed to have a son who is one credit short of graduating high school, but also engaged in college, taking classes so that he'll graduate and enter college as a sophomore. My daughter is 13-years old, independent and strong willed, hanging out with mom and dad is basically the kiss of death, the ultimate of punishment. And so it was, we found ourselves, my wife and I, alone, on a date night, out for a drink, me a cigar. Our daughter had a party at church she was excited to attend, our son at home tending to his aquarium, and my wife and I, enjoying a spectacular evening on the square in Murfreesboro. The Humidor and Liquid Smoke are neighbors, I suspect owned by the same folks, their outdoor seating area typically cordoned off with some decorative chain and posts to hold it up, this evening however, just the chairs and tabl
