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Proust Might Have Been on to Something

Mowed the lawn today. Drought and all, it was needed. This time of year, it's more than a chore. It's a mind-altering experience.

Memory is the most powerful drug known to man. It's been 50 years now, half a damn century, and the smell of fresh-cut grass in August, especially if it's grass that's a little dry as it is now, takes me back to the same place every time.

It's preseason high school football practice. A new season is getting ready to go. It's a part of me that's long gone, but will never perish.

posted by Michael Gee @ 5:35 PM