My daughter was playing with some baby powder, and cleaned it up with a damp towel. When I later dried my face with the same towel,

I was flooded with the scent of an old Goofy head at Grand Fla breakfast.

Musty neck cloth, too much baby powder, White Rabbit wandering back from set, and plenty of Coke served in white coffee decanters.

Isn't it funny how scents can make you flood with memories? I've missed you!

Hey there Al

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