No one says "Napalm in the morning?"
I'll never forget the smell of my grandad's John Deere dealership. It wasn't a pleasant smell, just very distinctive and I suppose it may have been because of all the belts. hoses, tires, and cotton picker doffers stashed in the parts department. That old building has been torn down for many years, but the foundation is intact and the floors in the place were painted and bare concrete which is still visible. When I pass through Fabens I often stop there and I can find the spot where his office once was. I stand there and close my eyes and imagine the familiar smell...and I can almost hear his voice.
