Sorry, for the record, for mixing up Roger Weber’s name as “Randy” in the opening reference of the column yesterday. That’s what I get for hammering that last column out on a Blackberry between meetings. Anyway.
Yesterday’s column was about butchers, and specifically Weber Meat Market in Jefferson City. It’s the most honest-to-goodness butcher I’ve had since I lived in Festus; and Festus sucked so bad I haven’t even thought about that (great) butcher shop in years. Cognitive dissonance or something.
So, onto butchers, enjoy. (One note of importance: I attempted to reference the highly-regarded Jennings butcher shop in New Franklin but hey, 600 words is 600 words.)