Unlike that old Ben Folds song, this really was our last night in town and Mom and Dad were prepared to send us off with a bang. We'd had some nice Italian food for lunch with the grandmas, so we weren't just insanely hungry, but keeping with the weekend's trend, we kept eating.

We were given the option of all sorts of nice things, but in the end, we settled on firing up the Weber one last time. We can do a lot of things in NYC, but firing up Dad's grill just isn't one of them. So Italian sausage and hamburgers were on the menu this final night in Indy.

In addition to the meats, Dad made his famous baked beans. I'd tell you what he puts in them but I'd have to silence you. Isn't it funny how all sorts of recipes can be shared for all sorts of complex things, but the really basic stuff is always guarded like Ft. Knox? Dad's bean recipe is no different (although he did tell me in the car on the way to the airport at 4:45 a.m. this morning). And man ... they were good.

We also had a little store bought egg/potato salad. It was nice and creamy. And more than likely pretty terrible for me. Everything else this weekend was. Why not one last hurrah, right?

Now we're back in NYC and Memorial weekend is over for another year. Thanks everyone for such a wonderful time. Thanks for reminding me why this will always be one of my favorite weekends of the year.

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