True story. In the mid-1980s, I lived in the Village of Pinckney. One night, I got hungry for a pizza, so I called the downtown pizza place and ordered a medium with pepperoni. PIZZA GUY: “OK, it’ll be ready in 20 minutes.” ME: “Don’t you want my address?” PIZZA GUY: “Why would I want your address?” ME: “So you’ll know where to deliver it.” PIZZA GUY: “Oh, you think we DELIVER? Ha ha ha ha! Nobody in Pinckney delivers pizza! Ha ha ha ha! Where do you think you are?” Yes, that was the state of things in Pinckney some … Continue reading 10 things I love about Pinckney, and 5 things I don’t