Reminds me of when I was in high school during the mid-70’s and a friend across the street got a job at a pizza place. Every so often when he’d close, he brought a pizza home with him, rapped on my window to wake me up and he’d crawl in so we could munch out at 2 in the AM. Good pizza, good friend, GREAT memory.
Reminds me of when I was in high school during the mid-70’s and a friend across the street got a job at a pizza place. Every so often when he’d close, he brought a pizza home with him, rapped on my window to wake me up and he’d crawl in so we could munch out at 2 in the AM. Good pizza, good friend, GREAT memory.