Next stop - lunch. Tom wanted a real American hot dog. Alvin said he would take us to the only place in NYC to eat hot dogs, Gray's Papaya, and the Recession Special: Two dogs and one drink for $4.25. Gray's Papaya Midtown [Read about Gray's Papaya HERE] I don't know what Tom expected, but he got a frankfurter with sauerkraut which was ok. I actually ate mine and I won't eat hot dogs at home ("Hunger is a good kitchen," my mother would say). The hot dog shop . . . . . . look at the man licking his lips in antici . . . . . pation. Outside the hot dog shop . . . . . . this was our view as we stood, scoffing our hot dogs. Rockefeller & Radio City Area Rockefeller Center from the van; this is an ice rink in winter [Read about Rockefeller Cenetr HERE and HERE] The view ahead Everyone is watching The Naked Cowboy guitar player; apparently he is quite famous. I only caught a glimpse of his . . . hat. [Read about The Naked Cowboy HERE, his competition, The Naked Cowgirl HERE and their fight over "franchise rights" HERE]

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