A few vacations ago, my family was at Sal’s Pizzeria in Cooperstown, NY, waiting impatiently for our Mediterranean pie with extra garlic and feta. On that outside patio, I noticed a microcosm of humanity—people of all age, gender, race, nationality, behavior patterns, and weird pizza preferences. (I’m pretty sure pineapple is a least a venial […]

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