There was always something about hot dogs as a kid. I loved them barbecued, and at a place called the Nut Tree. Hot Dogs always seemed like fun. A food you were meant to eat with your hands.
Hot Dogs spelled summer. Hot dog season meant being outside. It meant running around while waiting for lunch. What a great food and a great season.
Andy Fletcher is an artist, designer, speaker and advocate for trains. He enjoys sharing his drawings and his joy of trains with railroad enthusiasts everywhere.
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