Around five o’clock this morning, Bea woke me up. “What is that noise outside?” “Sounds like a trash truck. It’s Friday, SDT picks up on Fridays.” “It smells like smoke.” “I don’t smell anything.” “It smells like smoke.” “Well dear, then go on the balcony and go look.” “OH. MY. GOD. HUBIG’S IS ON FIRE!”… Continue reading So long, and thanks for all the pies