tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531883061559216481.post-35668235819979190152008-02-28T08:56:00.000-08:002008-02-28T08:59:11.349-08:002008-02-28T08:59:11.349-08:00We kept our boat moored at a marina in Norwalk, Connecticut. Seems like every weekend of summer growing up we were on that boat. We'd come back wonderfully sun-burned, tired from swimming, and hungry through and through. Sometimes mom and dad would stop at Swanky Franks in Norwalk. I can't remember if it was a bus or a shack or what, but it was old and it was all about dogs on buns and no pretense. I avoid that road in Norwalk because I don't want to find out it isn't there anymore.<br /><br />Submitted by <a href="http://slchome.blogspot.com/">Sandy</a><br /><br />Don't avoid the road, Sandy, <a href="http://www.hollyeats.com/Swanky.htm">Swanky Frank's</a> is still therehotdogmannoreply@blogger.com0