I remember how that place smelled. I can smell it now. Funny huh, the stuff that sticks. I also remember how Grandpa’s house smelled. His house smell is a little easier to articulate than Grandma’s house. There was this smell of books and old paper and dust and leather and wood and Barbosol and lilac bath fizzies –all at once. I remember what we ate when we visited. Breakfast was huge. Eggs and bacon, cereal and toast, orange juice and milk. Then dinner. Dinner was always a bucket of fried chicken. And corn on the cob! And cool glasses that [Read more…]