The Thing? Where You Do That Thing?

You know that thing. Where you void yourself of all the things.

Wait, is that gross? The verb "to void"?

Anyway.

Thing #1. Fall Harvest.

Thing #2. Egg sandwiches at the crack of dawn, on our way to Boston last week.

My Uncle Frank Pomer and his granddaughter Margo and this photo will slay me for all my days.

Sigh.

Sigh.

Where was I? Oh yeah. Dumb things. This is pizza eggs. Or eggie pizza. That thing? Where you take the top off of leftover pizza, reheat it with scrambled eggies, put it all back together on top of the pizza crust you were heating up in the toaster oven? And it's the best hangover food in the history of America?

Yeah, that thing.

And that other thing. Where the pine tree spins the moon on its finger, magically, all night long. That thing.