Fun to imagine DJT there, scaling the scaffolding.
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After the first rung.
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James Fallows:
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Trying to take control of “The Beast” from the Secret Service? That’s actually better than him throwing food at the wall in the White House.
Maybe Meadows can get a cell next to him and they can throw poo at each other.
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Has he caught up to Loudermilk yet? It might be a contest.
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Probably just going through the same one repeatedly.
Now explain the absence of peanut butter.
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Happy now, Stevie?
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Perfect. Exactly.
I’ve been thinking of your very astute comment off and on all day. And, what it alludes to (beyond, of course, “I love the smell of napalm in the morning.”) I figured out what that desperation smell is for me-- musk. JMO. Smells stick with me in my heart/mind, like so many other people.
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Thank you for your kind words. (Sometimes they are in short supply around here!) Thank you also for your observation, because as a younger man, and because my folks were heavy smokers so my sense of smell is really deficient, I did not appreciate how much smells are just as associative as vision and hearing and more; they can round out memories. Now, certain smells can transport me to another time and place. Too soon old…
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25, per media reports.
Aaaahhhhh – the smell of waking up on Saturday Morning to cinnamon bread or coffee cake baking in the oven. The smell of a mossy trout stream and in the spring. The smell of cigarette smoke outside, on an early summer day (honestly, my worst guilty pleasure!) The smell of formaldehyde in anatomy lab. The smell of C. diff diarrhea, the smell of gangrene or maggots. The smell of a cut stem of a dahlia flower, lilies of the valley. The smell of burning skin or hair. The smell of a campfire after a rain. The smell of fresh cut balsam fir, or the inside of my cedar sauna. The smell of a roasting chicken. Foods! Lightning! Oceans! Flowers! Petrichor! – this is perhaps my absolute favorite smell (the smell after the rain hits the ground.)
My favorite smells are the ones provided by nature. All of nature, good or bad.
Losing any of our senses diminishes us. Without hearing aids, I cannot hear the bird songs. Before cataract surgery, colors and the world were both getting duller. Smell is important, too, so is touch. Anything we can do to retain our senses will help keep us young!!
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Testify, brother. Love your list.
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Thank you. You can tell I have a nose for this subject… I could go on and on…
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Ha, thanks for the good laugh - not enough, though…
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You definitely nose what you are talking about! 
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Too many rules – they aren’t always necessary. Here’s the kicker: the best bread goes stale after a day. Things get old, fast.
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It’s no longer the ‘best bread’ the first time it hits room temp out of the oven.
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I dunno about that. Bread needs to cool down a bit more than an hour. Otherwise, all that fresh cream, high fat butter just melts away. 
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