This Side of the Pond

I come to you this week with either a request or a confession, but I’m not really sure which it is. A mystery has confounded the Sundance Times office for the last week and I’m hoping somebody out there can help us solve it.

First, the potential confession: there is a possibility I may have eaten somebody else’s pizza. I don’t think I did, but I also can’t prove I did not.

Our confusion began last week when a familiar scent wafted through our front door, followed by a lady bearing a delivery bag from everyone’s favorite local pizzeria.

Inside was a personal-sized circle of barbecue-chicken-and...