It's that time of year! When I file away the holiday music, deposit my seasonal gig income, realize that I once again didn't make enough to buy Christmas presents, and decide to count my blessings anyway.
I'm back from my adventures and it's time for a trip to Higley Hotdog, y'all. How can I express the profundity of my loyalty to this joint? Higley is, for me, what Barney's Beanery was for Columbo, and what the Sand Castle was for Rockford.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road. —From Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman