They are putting up a new building next to where I work and yesterday they were pouring blacktop or some sort of tar.
While this is not earthshattering or of great importance to anyone but the construction people, as I passed by I got the full smell of the tar.
It was wonderful. Not in the “ohh, look at the purple elephants” wonderful. It took me all they way back, thirty years to my grandfathers house. Every summer as a pre-teen I would visit for two weeks. He had a large driveway that he covered with Tarvia, and in July after backing in the 80-90 degree sun for a day you could smell it.
It just brought back a lot of good memories. Everything we did on the visits and the holidays. It was a good trip.
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