the moon hit my eye
like a big pizza pie—
wowee!
It was like this. I was sitting a good 30 or 40 feet away watching, admiring his easy skill with the dough—pizza dough that is—as he lifted and lofted it larger and larger. So of course I had to snap a few pictures with my camera.
No, he wasn’t smiling. In fact, he walked right up to me and said, “I don’t appreciate you’re taking pictures of me.” Then he turned and walked away before I could explain. Oh, well. By the way, the pizza was absolutely “amore!” Made me think of that old Dean Martin song, “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s amore!”😋
