And The Wrath Of Doctor Koop
The smell of brisket reminded him that he needed to replace his alarm clock. It didn’t elicit the sense of hunger it should have, but the smell enticed him all the same. Instead of a rumbling in his tummy, the scent brought to him a wave of nostalgia. Though his eyes were still closed, Paulie was awake, swimming in the early morning half-dreams, guided by the smells of cooked meat.
At first, it reminded him of his father on a hot summer Sunday in ‘76, grilling up a dozen chicken drumsticks and six ears of corn while chubby young Paulie splashed about in the Little Tikes turtle pool. Paulie could see his old man’s smile as clear as day, which was a rarity in Paulie’s childhood. The man spent most of his time in a woodshop, clamping freshly glued furniture toge
