The past is not a space we want to live in all the time, but some of the fond memories are nice to visit. To this day if I smell pipe tobacco or a wood burning stove, I am a teenager visiting my dad.
It can be a smell, a diner, a taste of food. So many things can take us back to a moment unexpectedly. Most of the time they are good moments. When they are memories of someone no longer with us, they are bittersweet, but that is all right too.
This diner I was at with my son brought back road trips and vacations with my grandparents. I am glad I got to share that memory with him even if he was unaware we were somewhere else in the mid 1970's.