National Pizza Day

They didn't look like this, but the husband made me think of the father here.

I never liked pizza, but the best pizza I had was from a tiny shop in Boston. They baked bread and sold pizza by the slice. The couple looked terrible. They never spoke. I would guess they were Italian. The husband wore an old undershirt. They had this traumatized look in their eye, like their village had just been bombed by the allies. Just crust, sauce and cheese, but the crust was great, like bread. I've never seen anything like it since.