At the reunion I attended this weekend at Ball State, several thoughtful, and very complimentary speeches were made about past professors and department leaders, some living, some dead, all definitely worthy of praise. However one aspect of my college education was not touched on and I think it deserves mention. Fifty years ago when I went off to college, a financially and socially challenged small-town girl, I had never eaten pizza prepared in a restaurant. My girlfriends and I had made pizza from a box at slumber parties but delivery wasn't an option back then, at least not in Woodburn, Indiana.
Thursday evening as my friend Alice and I were driving around Muncie, trying to decide on a place for dinner, we happened to pass a Pizza King restaurant (a place we learned to love and had often frequented in our college days) and immediately decided that pizza was the perfect choice, and it was, Talk about something that brings back memories - the smell was wonderful, the taste was amazingly delicious - thick gooey cheese, traditional toppings, a perfect crust! We still love you, Pizza King. Yummmm!!
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