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February 21, 2002
Proust was right. Smells open up an entire word of memories, special or not. Spicy, fragrant candles at Pier 1. The one in my neighborhood looks nothing like the store I grew up with. My older sisters would take me. It seemed we’d drive an hour just to shop there.

The remote location made it special.

The aromas overwhelmed me. I was too young to really shop. Stores were of no interest unless they sold food, music or games. Today, when I step into my Pier 1, I’m taken back to that time period. Sisters wearing Viet Nam POW bracelets.