Last night, Rebecca and I got pizza from Ray’s for the first and last time. (I recommend everyone drop by before it closes on Sunday and grab a slice of either the pesto or pepperoni - my two favorites/the only two I’ve had.)

After we ordered, I heard the next customer ask the old man behind the counter, “So what are you gonna do when this place shuts down?”

Smiling, he grabbed a couple slices with his bare hands, tossed them in the oven and said, “I’m going to go home and spend the rest of my life cooking for my wife.”

If I were a crier, you better believe I would have flooded that place.