When I came home from running errands in Stanley the other day, I was greeted with the warm aroma of Joey's pizza and the rocking tunes of Pearl Jam (I got it on vinyl for the hubby for his birthday).
Joey always writes up a menu for the evening and includes a little picture. I think his picture this time was Eddie Vedder tossing a pizza.
The girls were his eager sou chefs.
Buddy, my mother and I were his eager pizza consumers.
His dream of opening up his own pizza joint is never far from his mind.