Thanks for the thread
@Ashley Coalburn Growing up was hard. I could handle OK the walking to school, barefoot, in the snow, uphill, both ways. But what I missed out on was BBQ and grilling. Unlike some stories I’ve read, I don’t have memories of growing up with a fruity kettle. I had to start my own memories with a Weber.
It started with a black ’78. My wife and I were a young married couple with two young kids. I wanted to “BBQ”, so we bought a Weber kettle – brand new.
I remember it being a lot of money for us, but I’m cheap so it’s probably all relative anyway. I must have had some repressed memories somewhere of charcoal grilling because, although I don’t remember, I knew enough to buy a Weber kettle – they were the best.
It hasn't seen action for a while, and it's a little greyed, but it's still a proud member of our modest collection. (I say "our" - like my wife actually claims any part of this affliction)