jonescarp.aka.dale.Jan_2007

So you get to a place

Blog Post created by jonescarp.aka.dale.Jan_2007 on Nov 9, 2016

Yesterday morning I had to wait 5 minutes for a store to open at 6am. Yes I go to stores when they first open. I know them so well, I can complete my shopping at 3 stores and be home in less than an hour...I find that planning like this, makes life alot less frantic.

Anyway, I was sitting in my truck, there was a guy standing at the doors, I hollered out, 6 minutes. and he went behind me and soon, I smelled smoke. It must have been 35 feet away but it wafted into my truck. It wasn't enticing. You see, my connection to loving the smell of a cigarette was in a warm breeze, at the beach, when I was growing up. Those memories are wonderful and strong not fearful at all.

I have a twin brother and we lived 4 blocks from the beach (I take pictures of) for our first 11 years. Our dad taught us to body surf at about 5 years old.

We would take our bicycles or walk to the beach and bodysurf for 10 hours lots of days and when our dad would get home (he was a carpenter and cabinet maker) about 5, we would go body surf an hour with him.

See the connection that smell of smoke  on a warm breeze brought back?

We have connected a lot of memories to the smell of a cigarette. But who cares? Just keep disconnecting from smoking so you get to a place.

This was is the place...

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