This was supposed to be my annual Hot Dog Man sketch, but he didn't show. It was a bit brisk today. But Hot Dog Men oughta suck it up and get their butts out there on the line. What if the Hot Dog Men during the Revolutionary War decided it was a bit too chilly? We'd be wearing bowlers and worshipping the Queen and speaking English today, that's what! And eating things called "Spotted Dick" and calling umbrellas bumbershoots and going around with stiff upper lips and stuff. And there'd be no Fourth of July, no fireworks, no parades, no Shriners driving little tiny sports cars around in circles. Is that the kind of world we want to leave to oour children?