"Take Me To Your Smoker"
Saturday night after the fireworks I had a dream about an alien "invasion" of sorts.
A mid-sized flying saucer landed in Berkely Riverfront Park. The alien ambassadors excited the craft and proceeded to City Hall where the conducted a trade negotiation.
The talks let to the following deal:
The aliens gave us the technology to cure cancer. In exchange, Dave Winslow (the owner of Winslow's City Market BBQ) was to provide the aliens with his recipe for rib rub under tight security.
"It may seem to you that this trade is heavily imbalanced in your favor", said one of the aliens, "But you must understand... we really, really like BBQ."
The ship then took off with its delicious cargo, while we could now start curing cancer.
So, cholesterol-laden smoked deliciousness saves lives.