We're way off topic, but thanks for the response. We always enjoyed Stamey's BBQ at my aunt's house in Greensboro when we visited. But my dad ALWAYS stopped there as soon as we got to town to have his first taste. It was "curb service" then. Mostly older black men brought your food to the car. My dad always said that the biggest mistake he ever made was giving me a taste of his sliced platter. As a kid I ate hotdogs until that first taste. Best darned coleslaw I ever ate too. My dad was from High Point and my mom was from Greensboro. I found about 15 ancestors in the 34th NC Infantry. They mustered in at High Point. Saunders, Walker, McGhee (McGee), and Miller. From privates to a lt. colonel. One, a J.M. Saunders as I recall is buried in Lynchburg in The Old City Cemetery. That's where I was born and raised. Ironic, don't ya think? Now I'm really hungry Michael. Want me to stop and pick you up? hehehehe.

Keith