I blame the traffic on South Street for my indigestion. Heading out of town on our last day, our friend Mary jumped out of the car to grab a "Larry" T-shirt from Jon's Cafe (the former stooge was born at that site). Donna spotted a shop that sold custard-style frozen treats, so jumped out also. That left Zach (Mary's son), Chris and me in the car. I reached into my pocket and grabbed some bills, throwing them at the boys and instructing them to dart into Lorenzo's and grab as much pizza as they could. Everybody jumped back inside and I put the car in gear - we passed around the custard (chocolate, silkly and heavenly) and pizza (garlicy sauce and hearty cheese) and tried not to think of the breakfast we'd eaten earlier (Pretzel bread and cheese). Oh well, our version of brotherly love.
