The Purging Lutheran is oot and aboot in Toronto by now, scoping out Latvian jewelry. In my absence I leave My Persistent Readers some pictures of several hot dog rolling grills located in gas stations along the I-69 corridor between Indianapolis and Ft. Wayne, Indianer. I took these photos a week ago on our way to Cleveland, Ohio. It is possible the same hot dogs are still rolling in place as of today, Friday the 12th? If so, is that really such a bad thing? Maybe they are done ‘sweating’ by now.
(these aren’t hotdogs … I think)
“…A hot dog with an interesting person is an amazing meal.” – Chris Rock
(these are hotdogs with flags)
“Noblest of all dogs is the hot-dog; it feeds the hand that bites it.” – Dr. L. J. Peter
(these are what say they are, so they say)
“If you were to [walk] into any vendor of fine hot dogs, and ask for a hot dog sandwich, they would probably report you to the FBI.” – A. Bourdain
(meaty, beaty, big and bouncy*)
”Diego! Sweat-ty!” – Peter Griffin
A joyful heart is good medicine,
but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.
* the name of a The Who album