This is after the era of
Gary’s swear bath (which,
truth be told, never happened,
not once, at least to the best of
my knowledge) and soon after the
whistle that lit the entire village on
fire just to get four kids home to dinner.
While the whistles worked wonders, the
corndogs never failed to bring us all together.
The only difference was that with the latter,
the village never had to burn down (because
of course the dogs were very well-suited Dalmations).
