tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488994019480225270.post3568988327005094463..comments2023-02-10T08:19:23.197-05:00Comments on 365 Bad Days: Bad Day 17--Hey British, We're Coming!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07522748534258154186noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488994019480225270.post-33733287052409981002012-07-28T01:18:38.459-04:002012-07-28T01:18:38.459-04:00I grew up in a place that had a steel mill in a di...I grew up in a place that had a steel mill in a different state directly across the river from my hometown. I always relished the smell. The wafting fetid air made a complete sensory experience, one that I covet during my intinerant homecomings. It gives me a true sense of my place in the world. When I am away from home, I usually try to recreate the experience by gorging myself silly on pesto-laden dishes.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com