Since Anthony Weiner has turned the weiner into a vulgar joke, it might be time to return to an earlier era. One where the weiner was something to be proud of. I speak of the days of Murray Handwerker, the proprietor of the chain of hot-dog emporia Nathan’s Famous. Better famous than infamous.
Years ago, my wife and I lived in Midtown Manhattan. Nathan’s Famous was a local destination. You could go to Times Square, buy a hot dog, and watch young men enlisting in the army across the street. It was a good date night. My wife loved Nathan’s hot dogs. They had a deal: people would be standing outside of the store with leaflets advertising three for the price of two. My wife always bought three and gave one to a homeless person. It was our form of philanthropy.