I truly believe that most people in the United States are addicted to funnel cakes. Its not actually the cakes they are addicted to. Funnel cakes are nothing more than glorified fried dough. It is the powdered sugar that most folks can't live without. The past couple of days will show what I mean. Friday night, starting at 11:00 pm, was Liberty's Coffee House. This was a misnomer at best. It was really a concert featuring a number of acts that had tried out and been selected over the past couple of weeks. All amateur. There must not be enough for these college students to do because several thousand showed up standing in line for two hours in minus zero wind chill weather. The line came right by the service window on Big Red so I was busy before the event started. Then once the kids got inside, some lined up at our booth and waited for me to cook the cakes and Tank to run them inside. NOTE: since I made fun of Tank in an earlier post, I should point out that he works his butt off and I'm planning on keeping him around for as long as I can. And he really isn't 4'2" or whatever I claimed. Then came the amazing occurance. After an hour or so of the concert in the nice warm confines of the Vines Center, kids came outside and stood in line in the freezing cold to get more funnel cakes. They must be nuts. It was so cold with the service window open, even though I was dressed in a shirt, a sweatshirt, a down filled vest, a jacket and of course my Grant's Grandad Funnel Cake apron while standing next to a big vat of 400 degree oil, I was still shivering and think I may have pneumonia. This continued until 2:30 am when I finally got to go home and fall into bed. The last time this old fat guy saw 2:30 a.m., Georgia was a prison colony. I may have to forego the sports thing and take up music venues.......... No. That ain't going to happen. Last night, for the womens basketball game, the same thing occured. I sold more from Big Red than the crew did at our booth inside. This time it was not only cold, but snowing like hell. This leads me to believe that I might be the only person in the world who cooks funnel cakes in sub-zero temperatures and snow storms. While all of this was happening, we also sold about 427 gallons of fresh squeezed lemonade. Have you ever squeezed lemons to replentish your supplies while people are standing in line freezing and keep them happy? No, I didn't think so. Who drinks lemonade in the middle of February anyway? Needless to say it was a pretty good weekend. But it isn't the funnel cakes. It's the sugar.