Sounds and smells of normalcy

Where I grew was near a school. I heard, being part of it, children screaming and playing. I heard birds, geese and ducks. I heard the railroad, heard planes, and a raceway on the weekends very near the airport. On some shifting wind and high-humidity days I could smell the airport, smell the wire magnet companies and International Harvester (a few miles away). This city was, at one point, the magnet wire capital -- as though that were a noble title.

I have decided not to delete this blog. It was my plan, considering everything. I will, maybe, attend to this rough draft, but right now, I'm moving on.