Archived posting to the Leica Users Group, 1999/08/07
[Author Prev] [Author Next] [Thread Prev] [Thread Next] [Author Index] [Topic Index] [Home] [Search]Alright, alright, another pizza story. . . In the spring of 1965, my German buddy, Albert and I, met two American boys at the youth hostel in Parma while driving my 1958 VW bug down the boot of Italy. One of the boys was from my home town of Beaverton, Oregon; the other was from the same small town in Illinois where Albert had been an exchange student the year before. Too much - they exchanged their train tickets for cash so the four of us could all pile into the bug with enough gas money between us to get all the way to Naples. Why Naples? Somebody said it was the birth place of pizza! We were all 18 years old. Mecca, here we come! After Shakey's original pizza place in Portland, Naples pizza seemed awfully tame. Besides that, the youth hostel was full - no 35 cent beds to be had anywhere else in town. "Where do you wanna' go?" somebody asked. "Paris?" someone offered. "Why not?", we all piled back into the VW and by midnight were headed north up the autostrade. 24 hours later, we were enjoying a great tour of Paris, all because of the disappointment of Naples' pizza! I still have slides of that trip, all taken with my Leica precursor - a little Dacora 35mm with a fine, sharp lens. Man, those were the days. . . Gary Todoroff Tree LUGger