Remember the hot dog stand in North Umpton, by the cab stand? With jelly painted on the light pole? That was a good spot. Old Gessepo’s hot dogs were the best in town. Some top notch nitrite, let me tell you. I ran into his wife, Jelly Belle, and she said Old Gessepo’s been sad since the aliens carried their kid off to Cleveland. What a nightmare. Anyway, let me know if the Pirates are in town and I’ll buy some tickets. (Can’t wait to bean Fixie Carlyle in the face with a can of soppressata!)