I was on the bus along Canada Way this morning, when out of nowhere this scent from my childhood wafted in through the windows. I can’t even identify the smell. Could’ve been a freshly paved side street. Could’ve been someone’s (bad?) cooking experiment. Could’ve been a cross between Orange Tang (what other Tang is there?) and gravel. Whatever it was, it immediately sent me into a daydream of intangible eating experiences … the smell of the corner store near St. Joseph’s? Inhaling the Tang or Ovaltine powder as you make a glass to drink? The smell of Asian gelatin as it sets? (shrug)

Still haven’t figured it out. I’m sure I will at some random moment this week. And will shout it out to everyone else’s confusion. The point is, how funny is it that a little thing like that, that you haven’t experienced since childhood, can recall memories that you forgot existed in the cobwebs of your mind? Weird.