|Took this one from the car, shoulda planned better.|
Sadly, Bev was buried on opening day last year.
Joe was very upset to learn of Bev's passing. She was that old school vendor who always brought a smile to my husband's face. Joe had also hoped to pass on the tradition of Bev's dogs to our sons. Unwilling to let go of that dream, he carefully researched where she had bought her dogs and located this tiny little operation on south Archer called Veteran Tamale Foods:
I bought my husband a silly little barking dog steamer for Christmas last year (it barks when the dogs are ready) because he insists that steam is the only way to make a decent dog.
So once a week, my husband makes hotdogs for the boys while Hero the barking steamer does his job.
Sometimes, new traditions are okay, too.