Every pizza is a party

Borrowing from Will Rogers, I never met a pizza I didn’t like.
Whenever I say that, I typically follow up with, “I even like Little League park pizza.”
I could eat pizza every day and can probably write about it nearly as often. So when I heard today, May 18, 2018, is National Pizza Party Day I immediately started going through the inventory in my mind of stories related to pizza.
I was once asked to write something about life here in Northeastern Pennsylvania and I wrote about pizza under the headline “Every Pizza Tells a Story.” It was a twist on the title of a Rod Stewart album “Every Picture Tells a Story.”
The stories I told ranged from the first pizza I ever ate (from Cebula’s in Dupont when I was a tyke) to the cardboard-like Chef Boyardee stuff my sister Sheila would whip up in the kitchen when we were in high school.
I often think about being in seventh grade and gathering with friends at Pearl’s Pizza on Main Street, Pittston, where two slices of pizza and a Coke cost 25 cents. That thought came to mind most recently while driving through South Scranton the other night and seeing a sign on a pizza joint: two slices and a 20 oz. drink $3.75.
Today is not merely Pizza Day, however, it is Pizza Party Day. I happen to consider any time I eat pizza a party, but the notion of an actual Pizza Party conjured up a memory of the late Art Perry, one of the most talented newspaper people I’ve ever met. Art once wrote in an article about a championship girls basketball team that they celebrated with pizza and coke. He spelled coke with a small “c” and a few days later received a biting letter from Coco Cola informing him that Coke is a registered trademark and must be spelled with a capital “C.”
Art immediately wrote back thanking them for setting him straight and adding, “But don’t worry, next time I’ll just write Pepsi.”

Ed Ackerman