I met Moe on Monday evening. My cousin Cheryl and I hailed a cab in DC to take us over to Rosslyn, VA to meet with my brother, sister-in-law, and friends Conor and Scott. We were meeting them at Piola, a good pizza joint that I was first introduced to in Buenos Aires in the late 90s. Later, I ate at Piola in Sao Paulo.
Piola - Rosslyn, VA
About a year ago, Piola opened up here in DC. In an age where pizza seems to be getting so processed and tasteless, Piola is a little bit of hope. Even the pizza they make here is not as good as the pizzas they serve up in Sao Paulo though…then again, Sao Paulo has some of my favorite pizza in the world.
Cheryl and I didn’t talk to Moe much on the drive. We were busy chatting away. When we arrived, Moe said he had to ask a question about what happened at the end of Cheryl’s story. Cheryl explained and we got out of the cab. Normally I would probably think it was rude for the cab driver to be so nosey as to ask something like that, but, not the way Moe asked. He had a real genuine interest.
We paid the fare and got out of the cab, Cheryl noticed she was missing one of her rings and looked all over for it. The driver got out and checked around the car, under the seats, everywhere. But it was not to be found. The 58-year-old former real estate executive and father of two twin boys took our contact info and offered to get in touch with us if he found it.
I was touched how thoughtful and kind he was and I pulled out my $10. He took it and said he would use it for gas.
In all the craziness about the ring, I forgot to get his contact information to invite him to the year end party and maintain contact with him throughout the Year of Giving. So, Moe, if you check this out, drop me a note!
By the way, Cheryl found the ring in her hotel room the next morning.
Year of Giving 
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