Haven't been out that way in ages. Howard had put down his pen. I was late for an appointment, but, sensing free alterations in my future, kicked into a twenty minute food shmooze. Once again, I'd bumped up against the mysterious brotherhood of chowhounds, an invisible network running through our country. Like your stuff.
Old guy makes everything by hand.
Thin crust, good sauce. Ave J. Larry. I'm picturing a nerdy teen. I get lots of email. The messages are unsettlingly flat.