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I absolutely love riding through my community.  I guess the first thing that pops in my mind is the different aromas that I smell as I’m riding from street to street.  The best aroma is the smell of someone cooking out on their grill.  There is always someone cooking but the best days are Memorial Day and the Fourth of July.

The smell of freshly cut grass also comes to mind.  During the spring and summer months there is always someone with their lawnmower out.  There is also the sound of weedeaters, trimmers and gas blowers that resonate through the neighborhoods that often accompany the smell of freshly cut grass.

There is also the unpleasant smell of a dead animal carcass.  Our area is consumed with opossums and raccoons, and for some reason always want to see what’s on the other side of the road.  In most cases they don’t seem to make it without getting run over.  In fact, there was something that got ran over a few days ago. Didn’t recognize the form.  It wasn’t an opossum nor was it a raccoon and I don’t believe it to be a dog and it was too big for it to be a cat.  With temperatures reaching into the 90’s this week I’m sure this will cause a horrific odor in days to come.

“Life Goes On!”