I knew our electrical power was scheduled to be "temporarily interrrupted for system improvements" this morning. Between  8 - 12 was the time listed, so naturally the power shut off right as I stepped out of the shower. And what with this colder weather, I really wanted dry hair. I got dressed and then roamed around the neighborhood with blow dryer in hand, hoping someone would have mercy, but everyone near was in the same situation.

Once bundled up further, I ventured out to the crossroads of Harrison and Division. Traffic lights were running and the Vic's Pizzeria sign was aglow. Happy me.

I consider this morning's sunshine my own personal bonus to reward good behavior. Inevitably the rains will return yet the fact that Vic's is a good place will remain true and unchanged.

Vic's for pizza and beer, of course. The calzones are tasty as are the salads. And I've had some outrageously good soup there, they usually run one soup of the day, I especially sigh over their corn chowder.

Morning time, right now, means the sun is streaming in through the front wall of glass. A young man snug in his hoodie is diligent at his lap top. An older couple in sleek bicyclist garb are companionably sharing lattes, scones, and newspapers. The espresso machine is busy and my own Americano is going down smooth.

I love the morning light in here. The big red sturdy diner tables and padded chairs. I enjoy all the sounds of pizza prep: things are being chopped, the oven opens and closed, the music is upbeat to get us all into the groove.

This location in my memory has been at various times The Asterisk, The Red Giant, and now Vic's Pizzeria. I have some good stories about this place, in particular a let's-talk-with-Nazis one. Vic's tshirts (you can buy one) read Eat At Vic's. So now, you the reader, know your mission.