I live in New Britain Connecticut. It used to be The Hardware City of the Wlorld a long time ago. Now it’s trying to survive. We might not have fireworks this year because they can’t come up with $5500. Matbe some body got guilted into donaying the cash because the local news affiliate made a big deal about it. This is not about now, sorta. It’s about my past. I grew up without a mother part of the time (The Big C). It meant trips to Boston for her for radiation, chemo and stuff. My father and I bonded over eating out in greasy spoons. I loved them. One of the treats were chili dogs. Not glorified, over dressed specialty sausages but a locally…