On the way home from work this evening we were stopped almost literally in our tracks when we both caught sight of the specials chalked on a sign standing on the sidewalk in front of Stalzy’s Deli on Atwood Avenue:

“Fried egg and bologna sandwich!” we said.

I coasted for another block.

“Sounds good,” B said.

“Sounds good to me, too,” I answered.

“We could have that for dinner tonight,” she suggested.

“We could,” I agreed.

That conversation took almost another block. By the time we got to the stoplight we’d already come to a decision. I cranked the wheel around to the right, circled the block and threaded my way through the neighborhood to come out onto Atwood Avenue again so we could double back to Stalzy’s.

The special was delicious.