On my way home yesterday afternoon, I passed a hot dog stand that regularly sits on our corner. A crowd of men in khakis and Polo button-downs was gathered around, each ordering up hot dogs – most with extra ketchup.

“How much per dog?” someone asked. The normal price: $1 even. But the guy behind the stand looked down at the Republican National Convention Delegate tags hanging around their necks, looked back up, and with only a slight small replied, “$2.50 a piece.”