I can’t recall a time I had “discovered” pizza. It was always around. My mother made it from scratch, or we went out to a pizza place. One of the places we went to early on was called, “Two Guys from Italy”, located in East Greenwich, RI, which is one town north of my home town. Today, that place is called, “Frank and John from Italy”, and is close to where Dale lives now. Janet and I met him and friend Mike for dinner there about a year or so ago.
I’m going to take a wild guess and say that was actually closer to 3 years ago.. Time Flies…
Oh and Frank and John’s from Italy is also Joe Rogo’s home away from home whenever he’s passing through Rhode Island.
After thinking about it a bit more, I’m pretty sure it was during the week of my (and Mike’s) 30th high school reunion. That would have been mid or late July of 2014. So, it is coming up on 3 years in a few months. Time does fly!
I remembered it was over the summer. and I remember being “heavier” than I am now. I had lost weight starting in late spring 2015 (literally the day I flew home from the Meet n Greet Chicago spring trip) so I knew it had to be before that.