Mm-m-m . . .
Olfactory memories.
In January, 1977, out on the hot tarmac of Tacumen Intrlernational Airport, Panama -- now Torijos International -- the hatch was opened on the colorful Braniff 747, and the cabin was immediately filled with the compost aroma of the jungle. At that moment, my mind shot me back 8 years to Florida, 1969, strolling through Coconut Grove, just days after watching Apollo 11 lift to the heavens.
Years later, returning to Panama, that repeated experience brought to mind my own wedding.
The human brain is funny that way.