My favorite pizza place is closed. It still has a website, but no information about why it is closed and for how long. I found a nearby place called “Nico’s.” As I waited for my food, I looked the many photos covering the wide expanse of one wall. They appeared to be family members, mainly daughters, one of whom was at work in the kitchen. Near where you put in your order was a plaque: “I have my doubts about people with million dollar plans/ And a minimum wage work ethic.” You tell ‘em, Nico!