[jacketree]

Pizza is pizza.  If it takes more than 90 seconds to cook it it ain't pizza.

Huh?  If something cooks for 90 seconds or less, there is no way in hell it is a pizza.  Are you talking about reheating something in the microwave?  And 90 seconds would destroy a slice of pizza.

On the subject of Detroit pizza, I have never been to Detroit or even the state of Michigan.  (Side bar:  Already booked a flight to Baltimore for graduation next year because the round trip airfare is less than $300. This is on a real airline - Delta - but we have to stop in Detroit.  Does a layover count for being in a state?  On the ground...I'll probably even take a leak and therefore contribute to the Detroit River.  If so, I'd be down to two states so that I can say I've been to all 50.)

But I did spend a summer working out of Edgemont, SD.  Really hard, heavy work. 14 hours per day working in snake infested eastern Wyoming desert lugging explosives, seismic cable and two-stroke monsters call Punjars.  All for $6 per diem.  The best pizza I've ever had was dollar per slice pineapple and Canadian bacon at a hole in the wall on Second Avenue in Edgemont, SD.  The proprietor was a Polish dude straight out of Detroit.  Maybe it was the circumstances, but my impression of Detroit pizza circa 1981 is outstanding.



The bane of my existence between HS graduation and freshman year.  The drill looks about right, but imagine bare chests soaked in a mixture of two cycle oil, sweat and horseflies; no personal safety equipment whatsoever, a pair of oil soaked jeans worn for three months straight without washing and nothing but sagebrush as far as the eye can see and rattlesnakes underfoot.  I did have a sweetass tan, though. Showed up for rush parties in Atlanta and everyone thought I spent the summer in Florida.  "Nah, Niobrara County..."

[jacketree]

Pizza is pizza.  If it takes more than 90 seconds to cook it it ain't pizza.

Huh?  If something cooks for 90 seconds or less, there is no way in hell it is a pizza.  Are you talking about reheating something in the microwave?  And 90 seconds would destroy a slice of pizza.

On the subject of Detroit pizza, I have never been to Detroit or even the state of Michigan.  (Side bar:  Already booked a flight to Baltimore for graduation next year because the round trip airfare is less than $300. This is on a real airline - Delta - but we have to stop in Detroit.  Does a layover count for being in a state?  On the ground...I'll probably even take a leak and therefore contribute to the Detroit River.  If so, I'd be down to two states so that I can say I've been to all 50.)

But I did spend a summer working out of Edgemont, SD.  Really hard, heavy work. 14 hours per day working in snake infested eastern Wyoming desert lugging explosives, seismic cable and two-stroke monsters call Punjars.  All for $6 per diem.  The best pizza I've ever had was dollar per slice pineapple and Canadian bacon at a hole in the wall on Second Avenue in Edgemont, SD.  The proprietor was a Polish dude straight out of Detroit.  Maybe it was the circumstances, but my impression of Detroit pizza circa 1981 is outstanding.



The bane of my existence between HS graduation and freshman year.  The drill looks about right, but imagine bare chests soaked in a mixture of two cycle oil, sweat and horseflies; no personal safety equipment whatsoever, a pair of oil soaked jeans worn for three months straight without washing and nothing but sagebrush as far as the eye can see and rattlesnakes underfoot.  I did have a sweetass tan, though. Showed up for rush parties in Atlanta and everyone thought I spent the summer in Florida.  "Nah, Niobrara County..."