If I could select my last meal on earth, it might well be a pepperoni pizza from Coccia House in Wooster, my hometown. Just thinking about it makes me hungry.
I met Sandy, my significant other, in kindergarten. We attended a parochial school together. Then we were classmates at a public high school—we even went to the freshman dance together. But, it was a friendship more than an infatuation, and as happens with many high school friendships, it was laid aside at the end of our school days. Sandy attended one college, and I went to another.