Bill300d, you pushed the memory button about the hot dog,
my 2 sisters and I would walk to town with my Mom, the butcher grew up in the same town that my Mom was from,
when we went to the market, he also would give us each a raw hotdog and we would walk around eating the treat. (times were tough)
that was the store that always had wood saw dust on the floor by the butcher counter.
thanks for the memory,