Once a week the AP's take orders for the Weinersnitchel. They think it's the best of all dining so we humor them. Of course we have to have the foot long dogs. Mine is chili-cheese with onions. From left to right, Me, Sister Abrath, Elder Burr, Elder Milburn, and Sister Deeben. Elder Deeben's diet forbids hotdogs so he ate his lunch in his office and answered the phone. The rest of us are in the President's office. He is seldom here, but the AP's called and tried to get him and his wife to order up and join us, No Luck!
