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Vanessa, Fischer and I drive just across the border to a little hot dog place. Nothing too fancy.

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Quarter Dogs at the ND Student Center

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With Fischer

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Almost to the state line!

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It was on our way out of town and I was driving!

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I purchased their "Texas Hot Dog" as my official Texas dog.

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A hotdog at an Arizona Diamondbacks game with Fischer and V.

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On my way to Arizona for my third mission

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Between St. Paul's Chapel and the WTC site

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Train ride just for the hot dog!

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In route from Rome to Houston, I switched flights in ATL. A nice little hot dog shop in the airport provided me with this state's dog.

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In route to DC, switched planes here. By a complete change, ran into Dawn and had a hot dog for an unusual "Friday lunch".

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At Ben's Chili Bowl. Yum yum! Many a-famous person dined at this little shop.

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Sure enough, found a hot dog in the Eternal City from a little cart/van/type thing.

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Rode a Metro North train, got off, turned the corner, ate a hot dog, rode a train back to the City.

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In the airport

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At the RE Congress 2008

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At 7:30 am, after driving all night, nothing hits the spot like a hot dog.

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Breakfast = Hot dog.
Lunch = Hot dog.
Dinner = not a hot dog.

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At a South Dakota bull ride.