Bonanza was a special treat.
Reserved for once a year or so.
Pennies pinched and portions of paychecks put away to save up for that rainy day.
A meat storm of sirloin and a salad bar with all the trimmings.
Every so often, especially in summer, someone slaps a slab on the grill and I get a whiff of 1979.
Time travelling by scent.
It doesn’t happen as much as …
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