The first time I ever had a krispy kreme donut was on my way to a Rebirth Brass Band show. I had three of them because they were good. I was with a chaperone. This chaperone was aware of my legendary appetite. After the krispy kremes we went for some pizza.

With my reputation in mind our chaperone, of her own volition, ordered two whole pizzas for, get this, three of us. I couldn’t finish my second slice. I’m not sure I’ve ever been so humiliated in a dining environment. Lesson learned? Krispy kreme donuts expand in the stomach.

On the way to the show we dropped off most of an entire pie with a homeless man. On the way back from the show we saw the pie abandoned and untouched. That was a bit sad, but in between we heard great music.