November 26, 2007
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Can’t You Smell That Smell
A few weeks ago, after putting the boat away, my friend commented, “I love that smell.” What smell? “This smell,” and he waved around the car. I couldn’t smell anything. “The smell of wet sails and gear,” he said.It’s weird that he said that, because I know after I’ve come back from the lake, Matt tells me, “You stink.” And I’d be like, “Well, so do you!” He’d say, “You always smell like that when you get back from sailing.”
Different strokes for different folks. One man’s stank is another man’s perfume. It’s all the same to me. I could never be a perfumeur.
