I was the youngest child in my family -- the baby. My brother and sister had already left our family home by the time I reached high school, so for those last three years prior to my own college mecca, I felt like an only child.
Friday night was date night for my parents. Little stood in the way of their going out to any one of the hundreds of fabulous restaurants in Miami, Miami Beach and Ft. Lauderdale on date night. That left me home alone, where I was allowed to use their credit card to order in pizza delivery from Marcella's, the neighborhood Italian restaurant and pizzeria. I had a standing order: small pizza, half pepperoni, half cheese.