The tension between rural and urban dwellers over who can claim to be the Most American has been going on since the symbolic end of frontier expansion in the 1890s.
It would smell like cigarette smoke and huskies.
If the place I grew up in was a scented candle, it would smell of call girl knickers, public school idiots and tax evasion.
whoa, there's a small handful of items i still have from when my biological mother died, and they still stink of my house growing up. it smelled like rotten baby powder, dust, and just this nasty perfumey shit she loved using that triggers fight or flight in me still lol
Cigarette smoke and hamburger helper lol
Reminds me of my last, and incomplete, baking challenge. Someday I will finish the last pizza…of my #pizzajungle challenge, The Jungle Pizza
Diesel, oil, burnt coffee, and cigars. Those were the bus garage years 😆