Twenty Years of Pie
It was Veteran’s Day, 1995. The first pies started coming out of the oven. My mother, Mary, my daughter, Wendi, and I declared ourselves ‘pie-oneers.’ To quote Jerry Garcia: “What a long, strange trip it’s been!” Full disclosure; my tenure as a pieoneer is contiguous, not continuous. I’ve run away from home twice, only to discover upon returning that sometimes you have to leave the place you love in order to figure out how to stay there. Life in Pie Town has never been easy, just ask the elders. But it is always worth it. Fast forward. A documentary Pie Lady of Pie Town and a
book Pie Town Revisited, both masterfully crafted legacies to Pie Town. I am honored to be part of this town’s history. But the credit goes first to MOM, for having the vision and the elbow grease required to put the pie back in Pie Town, and then to DAD, for financing my dream and believing in me. And to my daughter for supporting me, always. And finally, to my partner in life and pie, Stanley King. I would not be here if not for them.