Last night Mom and Dad had their Barbecued pulled pork and bourbon party, and I thought Cy would be serving us some creatively cooked leftovers. I was wrong. While I was wandering the neighbor with my friends; a German exchange student (are you a berliner?); and one of my friend's cousins from Utah, Cy was earning twenty bucks playing his trumpet on a street corner and started making burgers. By the time I got back, the burgers were moments from coming off the grill and I was hungry.