Ken’s Pizza

On Mother’s Day, I got a chance to see my mom’s old store in Chickasha, Oklahoma.

It was a store my father managed for a time and then quit. Then the divorce, then somehow my mom became the manager, trained by my dad.
My mom was the first female manager for the franchise and she put everything into it. She constantly won awards and raised profits at the store past any expectations. I grew up at the store pretty much because when I was young, I had to stay at the store with her as I was too young to be home alone, and walking to the store after school was how I got home.

The photo seen above is not my mom, it’s a waitress that worked for her. but it was striking to me to recently find this photo and see the differences in the store now.

Mazzio’s Pizza, 2018.


Ken’s Pizza, 1982

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For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.

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