Turning 70. I know it’s just a number, but this one has my attention, for some reason.
Besides that, there are any number of triggers– certain songs and Christmas carols, the smell of wood smoke in winter, the smell of a humidity-laden breeze out of the south, the smell of certain foods cooking, pictures on the digital frame or an old photo album I get distracted by when I’m cleaning out a box in the basement; most any conversation with a college friend.
Then there’s the concoction of smells of civilization– a mix of fried food, cigar and cigarette smoke, exhaust from a vehicle without a catalytic converter.
These things, and just about any Zoom call, lately, with my brothers. There’s a lot of reminiscing going on, at times.
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