Thursday, September 18th, 2014 09:32:46
Smells and Politics
As a life-long, occasionally conscripted political volunteer, I’ve encountered my share of smells along the political way. Fried chicken in the summer at church picnics and BBQ on Fourth of July in Newnan, Georgia, (with the argument about which BBQ was better — Melear’s or Sprayberry’s). Then there was the smell of glue from the backs of the envelopes we were sending. (Yes, if there are enough freshly licked envelopes you can smell the sticky, sweet smell of the glue).