Another memory of Anandale, VA--
 I think I must have been in the 2-3 grade in this home. I remember being a total pizza fiend, even then. My parents would wait for me to go to bed...wait a short time, hoping I was asleep, then, they would either order pizza, which was quite a treat in those days; or they would make pizza. The smell would kill me because I LOVED PIZZA. Sometimes I would go out of my room and beg for pizza and sometimes my folks would let me have a little, but for the most part they sent me back to bed. Sometimes they were strong and really did wait until I was asleep; then, I would have no choice but to dig in the trash to see if they had hidden their evilness. If there was anything left in the box I would snarf it up-such a treat. :-)