Arriving two hours before takeoff to Denver out from my water soaked hometown, I decided to do a a little bit of passing the time away. This drawing was the best of the bunch. "Lucky Dogs" were sold from carts all around the French Quarter. Some said the weenie concessionaires also peddled drugs from these carts, back in the Sixties.
Now, they are doing fine selling the straight stuff at the many airline food courts. Truth be told, I haven't had one since my teenage days. I'm not sure why these dawgs are "lucky". Maybe, you're lucky if you don't get heartburn!
Maybe, I should try one to see and rectify that...
Copyright Ben Bensen/ 2017
