I smelled DC today

Washington, DC, that is...if there was any uncertainty what I meant. I was in a PATH station, waiting for a train, leaning against some steel grate thing...when that smell swept over me. The smell of DC's subway, er, Metro stations. It HAS a certain universal smell, if you didn't know...rather unmistakable. What, exactly, it smells like...I have no idea. It's a GOOD smell, though. A smell that's signified fun! summer! (family) vacation! since 1983. Very comforting. A newish, clean train station mixed with diesel fuel, perhaps? I love DC...I MUST get back there this spring and/or summer. Love their Metro and its stations...so airy and sleek. Yeah, so that's the power of smell again for you.

*By the way, it's dawned on me this past week that it's now 25 years since the Summer of 1983. If I were you, I'd anticipate some kind of summer-long Anniversary Special in this here blog. Maybe contests and prizes, guest appearances, photo retrospectives? JESUS. FUCKING. CHRIST. A quarter of a century since 1983. To fully depress myself, I'll now state how that's like someone my age in 1983 reflecting on 1958. OH, MY GOD!!!!!