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The sweet smell of life…

Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey

“Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary, and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains.” Diane Ackerman, an American author.

I was eight. It was summer in the Dayton, Ohio, of the 50s. I remember running through the grass barefoot. My toes and my nose felt good. That nose detected the smell of fresh grass. Those toes felt the soft, resilient grass beneath me. Maybe, who knows, one summer morning, that aging nose will sense that sweet aroma again.

As a college freshman, I dated a woman who always wore the same splendid perfume. One day, a half-century later, I stepped into an elevator at work. The air filled with that same aroma. It took me back to my 19th year and that girlfriend. 

Life is full of the unexpected.

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I Did It

“I have always wanted to write a book that ended with the word ‘mayonnaise’.” Richard Brautigan a 20th Century American poet.”

All that writers can do is keep trying to say what is deepest in their hearts.” Lloyd Alexander, an American author.

And deep in my heart I am struggling for even a short story or even a blog that would end with mayonnaise. There is a struggle with finding it’s exact origin. Mayo is perhaps the invention of a French Duke’s chef in 1756.

The facts are somewhat explicable but describing the flavor of mayo is an uphill struggle. I can’t. Mayo itself is a problem for those with mayophobia, which is a bonafide ailment.

For unknown reasons the Russians are the largest consumers of mayonnaise on the planet. They delight in mayonnaise.