My grandfather told me that the best pizza in the world was in New York City. He was an extremely passionate man, well in regards to the things he was passionate about, that is. If he didn’t regard it highly he didn’t care for it at all. And if he did regard it highly, well then there was nothing else in the world. Oh, New York also had the best baseball team in the world and it was the greatest city in the world. These are the things I learned from my grandpa. And I learned them from him while he was staying with my family in Las Vegas. That’s where my parents lived when I was born and my grandpa became sick and had to stay with us for a few months.
Those were great months and grandpa and I became extremely close during that time. I didn’t realize the extent of his sickness, which had my mom and dad extremely concerned. Maybe that’s why they always seemed so anxious and stressed out during those days. Grandpa never looked or acted sick though and we would spend our days playing cards and talking about the Yankees and Sunday afternoons in Central Park. I forgot to mention, he loved that park. It became his only source of exercise after he retired and slowed down. He’d walk through the park almost every day. He told me when I finally came to visit him he’d take me to his favorite pizza place. It’s on Bleecker Street and it’s called John’s I think. “Not the fancy one” he said.
I’m trying to remember now if that’s what he said. I never made it to visit my grandpa in New York and I’m actually just now getting ready to visit the city for the first time in my life. I have a place to stay near the park and can’t wait to visit it. I feel like I know it and have already been there based on my grandpa’s stories. “If I can find the fountain I can find anything.” That was his motto. It will be great to finally visit New York. I’ve always felt kind of misplaces being a Yankee’s fan but never having visited the city. What do I care, my grandpa lived there his whole life, I don’t have any choice but to be a fan. And when I find John’s pizza on Bleecker Street, I’ll eat a pie for grandpa.
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