Father’s Day Pizza and Poems

No, there are no commas in that title. It is not a list. Although it could be, now that I think of it. So let’s leave the ambiguity, and the possibility of multiple meaning on the table, shall we?

It was Father’s Day on Sunday here in the sunny Sometimes-United States of Americans. It was supposed to rain, but the Pizza Patio Gods were with us and we were able to sit out on the patio overlooking the beautiful West Branch of the Susquehanna, just upriver from Lock Haven University. The owner of the joint (the pizza shop, not the university), wants us to do a commercial for him because I said this: “On Father’s Day we come to Pizza City; On birthdays we come to Pizza City; On Tuesday. . . we come to Pizza City.” Now in my defense, Michelle Obama, they do have salads there, and we…