Domino’s Pizza. The crust still feels like sand on the bottom and it still tastes like melted cheese, dipped in salt. There are two periods of my life for which I have strong associations with Domino’s. The second period is from when I was working on the college newspaper, and every week, around midnight, we’d be trying to meet deadline and would order Domino’s for the office. After that a number of people would put on music and start dancing to “Brick House,” but don’t ask me why they did that, because I do not know. My first memory of Domino’s is from around third grade, when I first saw the commercials that advertised free delivery to your doorstep. To me, it felt like a novel convenience and a marvel of the modern age.

(Photo: Brookside Gardens, spring.)

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