 I love it. If I knew you could actually own a pizza place, I would have loved to own one. Of course, it led to an advertising sale. It also led to a friendship. But right now, telling you that story, I can smell the flour. I can smell the garlic. I can smell all of that. I think it's the scent of home, though, that gets me. We used to have two trees before my dad and my mom split up. It's my dad's fault, by the way.