Pizza Deliverance

I'm delivering pizzas at 7:30.

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It's 62 degrees, substantial cloud cover, a bluish grey, no dramatic sunrise, a steady brightening.

I get into my Hyundai sedan.

I live to the southwest of a city of one million. It's about an hour's drive on a good day. 

I know about 55 of my neighbors by name.

Somewhere like Texas, California, Pennsylvania or a place one trillion light years away from Us.

[ We Have Amnesia Sometimes ]

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I make them in my house. They are delicious and nutritious.

I wake at 3. I make a bowl of Quaker oatmeal and eat it with raisins and cream.

I do about 10 pizza recipes. 10 different toppings, besides cheese.

I got a big, red, insulated bag. Keeps the pizzas warm.

            I got a big, red, insulated bag. Keeps the pizzas warm.

                        I got a big, red, insulated bag. Keeps the pizzas warm.

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