Hot dog

My friends at the Star-Ledger in Jersey christened their Munchmobile, which tours the state searching for the indigenous food that I still say doesn’t exist (and don’t try to tell me saltwater taffy), rolling the van’s giant hot dog through the newsroom with a marching band. I don’t know why it amused me so much but it did. The guy in the chicken hat is the editor. Who says they’re all stodgy old farts?

: While I’m plugging my old pals, my former colleague Joe Territo has a new blog about Jersey people, the famous and infamous, of which there are probably more of the latter. Joe has started and stopped blogs about five times but, you see, it’s a bug; you just can’t stay away.