Pizza, the economy and the meaning of life
Good article about new pizza joints in New York City today in the Times, made me think, does a good slice of pizza taste better on days when the Dow is having an up day or a down day? Does it taste better when you have a ton of money in the bank or when you’re scraping bottom? Or does the enjoyment of a slice of pizza correlate with absolutely nothing other than that particular slice of pizza? Could it be that a slice of pizza turns out to be a major clue in our endless pursuit of happiness? (I like when I wax philosophical, even if I am the only one who does).