
We had quite th long history together, but he was ailin beyond my capability to mend...
Billy was done give to me from a neighbour, who had boughts a brand new cooker...;he looked like a newborn colt tryin to stand up fer th first time, when I dragged him home; missin several bolts, legs all akimbo, like...

Tried fixin him up with various coarse an fine 1/4" an 5/16" bolts. to no avail...


My Son said "It sounds like a 6mm, Dad", an brought me some bolts from a Toyota he was scrappin out...worked like a charm

He seen many, many a poke butt, briskie, an chuckie, as wail as Countless burgers, fish, yardbird parts, etc., never, ever balked, not even once...

Bout a year ago, he got to th point where he could no longer articulate his cantilever fire grate elevatin/lowerin mechanism doohickey thingy, on one side...like th Bonehead I am, I tried jus crankin th handle harder, mid-cook, an under a deadline...bent th Dog Water outta th RH side arms, thereby makin it a fixed position one trick sheet metal pony...Rats....
I kept on, jus a walkin on by him, day after day, an dodgin what I hadda do...

Finally, (after removin th bottle opener, I ain't that stupid lol) I wheeled him on out to th curbside, fer either th scrappers, or somebody who needed a charcoal grill to whisk away...

It hurt, but it hadda be done...

Did my level best to cauterize th wound with some Ol Kaintuck Windage...

It Done Happened: Twicet, in a year, Ol' Mr. Bones actually done got himself rid of a cooker...

Proof??? Here's a few starter pics of th farewell, reckon I'll post up some vintage, after I mellow down, a spell, mebbe even tomorrow...

Walkin Th Mile, Walkin Th Green Mile...

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