Smell
Smell holds memory in its fist. The aroma of coffee in a Brewster kitchen persists forty years after the last cup was poured and the percolator parts scrubbed clean and the grandparent owners dead and buried. Every first puff of a cigarette belongs to Wade in his easy chair watching Watergate hearings and the channel 7 afternoon movie. But they all stand in line behind Sea & Ski on grass mats at John's Pond at an age I could count with the fingers of one hand.