As I write this Legendtorial, it is early on Labor Day morning. For many years this would have meant the smell of wood smoke and charcoal burning as I opened my eyes either in the front seat of a car, in a tent, or in the top bunk of the family motorhome. I would awaken to see a haze in the air from all the campfires from the assembled multitude in the Darlington Raceway infield. I would see folks cooking eggs and bacon on campfire, reminiscent of my Boy Scout camping days, and would see some men
