as i labor away, eating and drinking
Off to spend the rest of the day with my family doing typical Labor Day things like drinking beer and eating hot dogs and arguing about the Mets and Yankees.
Thanks to everyone (about 100 so far) who have sent in their stories for Voices. I should be able to get started in earnest uploading all the stories to the site tomorrow.
Being that this is the unofficially the last day of summer, I will leave you with my poem about hot dogs.
ode to a hotdog
i think that i shall never eat
a substance more devoid of meat
than the hot dog i ate last night
but damn, i did eat every bite.
and when i was done i ate another
so did my sister and my mother
i would have gone for three or four
if there had been any more.
hot dogs are the food of gods
despite the arteries they clog
in the oven, on the grill
floating in a watery swill
mustard (yellow), saurkraut
that's what summer's all about
pile them high upon the plates
don't talk to me about nitrates
no turkey, tofu, chicken filler
real meat hot dogs are what's killer
so please don't call me a big ol' meanie
when i won't share my all-beef weenie.