Just before Thanksgiving, outside the Hooters, I saw a hot dog hanging from a balloon stuck in a tree:
Hot Dog Hanging from a Balloon Stuck in a Tree
For some reason it made me sad. I wanted the hot dog to fly. To be free. So, the next time I was there I knew what had to be done. A hot dog had to fly:
Fly! Be Free! (or not).
Five balloons + One 1/4 pound hot dog = SCIENCE! And failure. When I tried to tie it to the balloons the hot dog sliced in half and even then the damn thing was too heavy and just sat there on the table…
Two Halves Equal One Dog
…then we tried 1/2 a dog…FAIL…1/4 dog…FAIL…and finally 1/8 of a dog, SUCCESS! And the rest, they say, is history:
