I recently thought about the times my brother & I spent at my parents' pizza shop.

Sometimes, we were tasked to fold pizza boxes - my mortal enemy.

Most of the time, we just hung out, passing the time away.

And one of my clearest & most beloved memories surrounded these salt & pepper shakers.

They, sometimes, transformed into battle bots, capable of making all kinds of noises…

the PEW’ING, the CLANKS, as we battled across the dining tables.

Sometimes, they'd act as chess pieces, maneuvering… positioning…staging to win.

And, SOMETIMES.. the big boys - the parmesan shakers - would come out..