Heartbreak and Pepperoni
By: Connor Lenahan
I was only gone a few days. I had eaten at Sal’s Pizza, conveniently located just a few blocks from my house, the night before I began my vacation. It was the perfect send off for my trip. Saying goodbye to Boston with my favorite pizza of all time at my favorite restaurant in Boston.
I didn’t realize the extent of the goodbye I was saying.
Earlier today I led a group of wide-eyed youngins on what was supposed to be their first trip to the legendary Sal’s across from my house in Fenway. When we approached I noticed that the sign outside was not up. Then I looked in the window.
Darkness there, and nothing more.
I somehow didn’t end up crying or breaking my phone in anger. Just like that my favorite place in the entire city, if not the entire world, was gone. It was so young. So tasty. So beautiful. It didn’t have to die this way, not like this. I should have been with her when she served her final slice, preferably into my tummy.
There will be action. There will be justice. God as my witness those unconsumed pepperonis will be avenged.
Today I endured the greatest heartbreak I’ve had in some time. Tomorrow begins the healing process.
I appreciate your support in this trying time.
Connor Lenahan (@ConnorLenahan) is a sophomore at Boston University, majoring in journalism.