(Originally posted on the website Heron Flight)

Sometimes you need inspiration.

Sometimes you look for it.

Sometimes inspiration finds you.

Sometimes it’s delivered!

Tonight, driving out to pick up Chinese food, around the bend, through the woods, watching for black ice on the country road where I live in northwest New Jersey (it was 27 degrees when I left the house, 26 when I got back), there it was, in the middle of the road… a run-over pizza box and a full pie scattered across the road!

Pizza never fails to inspire me. It is my muse. I can eat half a pie, then sit in silent wholeness, reveling in my existential cheesiness. Ahhhh… pizza!

What tragedy hath befallen thee, yonder lone pie? What decree of the gods hath ordained thy sacrifice upon the lonely macadam byways of this icy wilderness? How many tongues have been deprived of thy tasteful splendor this dark eve?

How the HELL did you end up in the road?!

How does one explain the loss of a pie if one is the pizza delivery guy? “Well, boss, I was trying to save time and did a drive-by toss like a newspaper delivery. Oops.” How does one manage to drop a pizza in the road? I would have never returned to the pizza parlor. I would have kept right on driving until I found another job… or a church to ask forgiveness for the mortal sin of pizza molestation.

Well, one man’s sin is another man’s inspiration. Mr. Pizza Delivery Guy… God bless you as you burn in hell! (However, I’ll choose pick-up instead of delivery next time.)