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How many hot dogs you want? Kunzler factory, largest hot dog production unit in the world. Through my youth, I woke to the smell of the meats as I commuted through the streets. My 8th Ward working class roots got my buns moving so I would never have to play ketchup. Kunzler, on Manor St., integrated into my existence the necessity of grilling and hosting, the art of the backyard barbecue. But, my grill skills are fundamentally unsound. I get around with the hot dogs but anything furter, I'm burning and smoking the flavor out of its misery. Stick a fork in it. Thank goodness for my bro-in-law, he always grabs the spatula and takes the reigns. I recognize his passion and temperament with perfecting the temperature. Furthermore, he has the kindness always to get in the mix and help me when there are plates to fix. He jumps right in the flames, bringing the heat and providing me relief. I have difficulties relegating the meats, but this smoke, he wants. He got the right chill to be in the midst of the grills. So, as I retire another big ass grill, my only job is to stand by and look cute and fake it til I make it. Thank you to my Bro for always bringing the smoke, taking the heat and continuing the backyard tradition. My grill is your grill, we'll drink Landsharks and chill!