Yesterday I was packing up Brandt for the summer with his mom. I got down the suitcase from the closet so we could pile his stuff in that for the trip. Have you ever had those times when you hear or smell something that just takes you back to someplace in your past? Well that's what happened to me. When I opened it the first thing I noticed was that I had 8 or 10 flight suits in there from the good ole daze. A split second later it hit me. Most people just jump on an airplane and fly from point to point. There is a lot about that airplane they don't notice. Everything has a very distinctive smell, from the hydraulic fluid to the engine oil to the wheel bearing grease. Well the combination of these smells with the aroma from the Nomex that makes the flight suit fireproof hit me like a ton of bricks. It's not a bad smell, it's just a smell. Of course for me it's a good smell cuz except for some of the obvious things that was a very good point in my life. Anyway, After sitting on the edge of the bed for 20 minutes day dreaming about the wide blue yonder I got up to stuff Brandt dirty socks into the laundry. What a difference in aromas!