I marvel sometimes at how our minds work.

When I was a little girl, my grandfather on my mother's side was a pharmacist for Albertson's. When we visited them in Texas, we always made at least one visit to grandpa at work, and the bakery would give me a free chocolate chip cookie, every time. I used to love that!

I stopped at Smith's to grab lunch just now, and I smelled something in one of the aisles that took me right back to age 7, heading toward the bakery, thinking about that cookie.