post alley pizza

There's nothing pleases me quite so much as wandering down an alley and happening accross some of the best pizza in Seattle. My only complaint is that the (apparently very serious, life lessony) conversation at a neighboring table kept distracting me from my book--Bernhard Schlink's "The Reader," which is great once you allow yourself to ignore Oprah's seal of approval on the cover.

In other news, I'm told Florida suffers from a want of hills, thus making the progress of amazed toddlers up ours that much more entertaining. Feel free to spirit a few home, kiddo. We have steepness to spare.

-rrr