The Skillet King

I didn't catch his name as I approached the tailgate, but his face stood out. He was an older man, around fifty, with combed over salt and pepper hair, and thick dark mustache, and thick features making him appear very jolly. The game was still hours away, but that did not stop this group of Hokies from showing their spirit and enjoying each others company. Buffet lines were set up, with treats from cookies to fruit salad. Two older men were playing washers, laughing with each other while still secretly hoping to beat the other; it was friendly competition. A group of three middle aged wives were gossiping about the latest news around town while sitting in green fold out chairs. Overall, about fifteen or so Hokie fans were striking up conversations and enjoying the game day atmosphere. This older jolly man stood out from the rest. As the rest of the group was enjoying the day, he stood diligently in his denim cooking apron, and manned the skillet. He toiled over his work, cooking up eggs, bacon, and country ham. This food was the grand finale of the buffet line. Country ham and eggs with Hardees buscuits capped off the assortment of food. The "Skillet King", as I call him, stood cooking so proudly that is showed in every wrinkle of his smiling face. Not concerned with the other tailgaters, he focused on his contribution to the tailgating community. Seeing his pride, I was almost drawn to go speak with him to see what he had to say. So I approached him and he said, "Grab a biscuit and get you some country ham!"