I’m sorry, FBM, grits over hot dogs sounds like one of the most unappetizing things I’ve ever seem mentioned on these pages. Yikes!
If I’m ever in down that way, I’ll know where to get a dog dragged through the garden.
I once shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got in my pajamas, I don’t know. Of course in Alabama the Tuscaloosa.
 
(Don’t get the opportunity to use Marx Bros. Material much these days )[:)][:)]