Maybe one glorious day, I'll rise from my comfortable bed before dawn, stretch and go downstairs, make 2 large cups of my wondrous coffee using my freshly ground beans. I'll take the first cup of that fragrant coffee to the patio and look out to see the beautiful sunrise. All of a sudden, trumpets sound and a heavenly host will sing; "Glory to bicycle riders and on earth, peace, good will to pie lovers." I will stand rooted to the spot, clench my coffee cup (not a drop of coffee spilled) and have a divine revelation. Knowledge will flood my brain and I will know, really know, what these strange people mean when they speak of PIE!

Until that happens, I'll just have to muddle along, not having the slightest inkling of what these strange people are referring to.