Friends Old, New, and Soon to Be,
Twenty-five years and twenty-five pounds ago, I leaned forward in the webbed seats of a military cargo plane, watching the rear clamshell doors open. The moon seemed to hover just outside, its ghostly light washing across our faces. Only our eyes were visible above the rubber masks feeding us the supplemental oxygen required at altitude in an unpressurized aircraft, so we communicated by signal. Standing on command, our legs inhibited by the heavy rucksacks hanging upside down across them, we shuffled towards the plane’s back ramp and the earth thousands of feet below. Parachute training is always a team exercise in calculating and controlling risk, an event managed by experienced and capable experts. But upon departing the aircraft, any problems are your own, with the remainder of your life to solve them. Decades of high-risk training left me fascinated by individual risk tolerances. Perhaps that is why I admire people who bet on themselves. Hector Garate, owner and pitmaster of Palmira Barbecue in Charleston, South Carolina, who recently brought one of his smokers and the magic he creates within to Tom Beckbe’s Birmingham store, is one of them.
Garate’s figurative departure from the plane came amidst a global pandemic. “I started doing barbecue in my backyard, smoking in a small Oklahoma Joe, like you get in a Home Depot or Lowe's. From there, I started cooking brisket. Some of my friends own a farm, and we would start the fire at four in the morning, harvest a hog, and clean them up. The family would do sausage, and I started cooking the whole hog. Once I turned out my first fire, I thought, I want to do this forever.”


