Music to My Nose!

By October 17, 2016 Memory

I was a copy clerk at the KCStar newsroom on Saturday nights. The reporters and editors would send us to get carry out from Minsky’s, Arthur Bryant’s and so forth, as kind of a treat for them surviving another week. I’d walk out of there sometimes with about 13 large pizzas piled so high I needed help just getting out the door. The smell would linger in my car until I got in it the next morning, music to my nose.