Halvorson: The Sense of Smell
Sometimes when I sit down to write it’s hard to choose a subject.
This week Huettl’s anniversary reminded me.
I always loved the smell of a butcher shop. It reminds me of when I’d go there with my grandmother.
That would remind me of kindergarten and my classmate Ida Jean. And the neighbor with the St. Bernard dog. They trained the dog to go to the butcher shop and pick up meat. Butch would wrap the meat securely and the dog would bring it home intact.



