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Missing: Mourning the Loss of a 1993 Baltimore Orioles All-Star Ring
Every once in a while I get this crazy notion to ransack boxes in my basement in search of a 1993 Orioles All-Star ring the club gave me during the time I worked there many moons ago. It was incredibly special to me; it represented years of working for an organization I loved. Back then, I was single, and moved five times in five years to a new apartment or townhouse. At some point during the transitions, I lost it. Its vanishing act has haunted me ever since because I can’t remember when I last wore it or saw it. In fact, the irony is that I used to wear…
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First Memories
* My Interpersonal Communications class and I were talking last week about our earliest memories. Can you remember your earliest memory? Can you pinpoint how old you think you were? Our sense of smell can remind us of something pleasant or unpleasant immediately. When my children walk into the house after being outside and I’ve got garlic and onion sautéing in olive oil, they immediately say, “Are you making pasta sauce, mommy?” Their noses know. When I pass a man wearing a fragrant cologne it can remind me of someone I don’t want to be reminded of any longer. The smell of a musty basement can bring back feelings…