The Best of Strat: Mmmmm...fire good!
Ah, summer in the lowcountry. The sun rises in a beautiful, hazy orange ball of hot death every morning to bake and blast us anew, at least until the rain clouds come lurking off the coast to rip and blast us anew, to turn the streets into steamy wet hot plates and our back yards into rice paddies... Sign in to see full entry.