Smell and Memories

I was making pizza for the grandkids, and the smell of the sauce brought back warm memories of when my sister and I would make the box Chef-Boy-R-Dee box pizza on Thursday nights before Star Trek.  And that reminded me of when my sister and I would take our dog took Orpheus to dog training at a park in the San Fernando Valley, and we would get several bags of McDonald's french fries to share on the way home, with that distinctive smell that all 1960s VW Beetles seemed to share.