Atoning for the pizzas

Atoning for the pizzas

Nick Fonda There’s someone I’d like to pay.  I don’t have his name.  I don’t have his contact information.   I’m writing this on the off-chance that he, or more likely someone he knows, will read this and he’ll make a second try at contacting me so I can pay him and apologize. There was no malice.  It was a comedy of errors that began innocently enough with a decision to order pizzas for supper, something we do only occasionally.   Our meals are…