A Fenway Frank, that is. More on this in a moment.
I set out on a lunchtime trek to Fenway Park in search of birthday gifts for my soon-to-be six-year-old twin nephews.
And being a late winter day, no throngs of fans clad in red jerseys and caps milled about. No street vendors hawked peanuts, game programs, or playthings for the kids. And the brackets on the park’s outside wall that customarily display the team’s championship banners were all bare.
Because the new baseball season is upon us.
Although it’s only been a few weeks, the Super Bowl has seemingly long since passed. Sports radio has migrated to talk of promising pitchers, new batting lineups, and rookie dreams. And our hometown team is securely in place at pre-season play in sunny Florida.
Once again, Major League Baseball is helping us defy winter and push it away before the calendar approves and tells us it is acceptable to say goodbye.
Thus, even at frigid Fenway, heartening signs could be found and embraced. A service entrance to the park was wide open with workers darting inside toting tools. This year’s schedule was brightly painted on the interior walls of the ticket office. And boxes of new merchandise were busily being unpacked in the team’s pro shop.
And although I knew it was not possible. And my head was logically telling me some similar scent was simply originating from one of the nearby restaurants serving lunch, I could swear the aroma of Fenway Franks was wafting through the air. It was transcendent.
I don’t even eat hot dogs, but as I stood in the cold, the scent connected me deeply to the joy felt during games past, and I am hopeful, to be felt in the very near future.
A much warmer and much welcomed very near future.
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So what about you?
We rely so heavily on our sense of sight for our memories, but what about our sense of smell? Have you ever strongly connected to a location, past event, or even a person through your sense of smell?