Connected? You be the judge

[bobhamlin]

I was rolling through town this morning at about 5:30, past the intersection off Main St. where workers turn toward the pre-fab housing plant.

My nose detected a distinct aroma. "Pungeant," one might say. "Burning rope," might say another. (Personally, I've never made that last connection, but I've probably never been around any genuine hemp rope that was burning)

"Somebody's prepping for their day," I thought.

Less than a half mile later, I passed through the wonderful smell of a bacon, eggs and toast breakfast.

I've been leaving town on my bikes around that time for a long while. I don't recall ever having experienced the smell of a wonderful breakfast.

Hmmm. Very interesting.