When the grounds closed each night, he fed
the carnies their fill of his pies. That way, these midway gypsies who travelled the country alongside him, would look out for him, keep watch over his pizza wagon after hours. They lived in trailers onsite; he and his family stayed outside the gates during their downtime.
I met him at the take-out counter in a local pizzeria. He was buying, not selling. He no longer sells pies on the circuit. But he still loves pizza.
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