The other day during my early morning walk, I heard someone down a street mowing the yard. Then I smelled the sweet fragrance of cut grass. What followed was an unexpected surprise. I smelled the exhaust from the mower and it brought me right back to childhood, sitting in a boat with my brother Wayne and Dad, with all three of us holding fishing rods as Dad set the motor at a very low speed to troll for fish.
I could almost hear the water lapping up against the side of the boat.
I smiled all the way home.
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