Tribute to SABRAS

Stand­ing on my tip­py toes so he could see me behind the counter. “One slice please ” I call out above the loud chat­ter ema­nat­ing from the crowds. My Mom and Sis­ter  are sit­ting a few feet away enjoy­ing a piz­za lunch and I’m on slice num­ber 2. “One dol­lar” he says, giv­ing me a wink.

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