In Dodgeville we saw a restaurant rejoicing in the name Picasso's Pizza. We already had campfire plans for dinner, and didn't stop to sample. The phrase is evocative, if not appetizing. What might you find? Perhaps a jagged block of cheese atop a Guernica-twisted canvas of dough? Flounder instead of anchovies? Or a sad pizza recalling his "blue period?" "Drive on, James!"