Some Things Always Feel Like Home

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This old gal…

Was a pizza maker…for years and years…at the Pizza Haus…proudly owned by that brother of mine…
Started at the age of 18…drove home weekends from college…worked winter and summer breaks…loved…every minute of it…

Met people…made friends…ate the most delicious pizza…every single day…

Those first years…before the ice cream and salad bar…there was an attached room…that held popular video games…

After long shifts…clean up done…college gal me and her high school crew…would eat some pie…then end the night…with a Space Invaders Ms Pac-Man challenge…

And so…forty years later…that quirky vintage video game thing…one of us rescued from Goodwill…kind of tweaks the heart…of long ago pizza making me…

Cuz those days…were special…that pizza place…a community…the pizza crew…family…and even now…after all this time…those memories…

Feel…like coming home…
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And those daughters of mine…agree…