I’ve always admired the engineers in Stuttgart for their attention to detail. We, as Porsche owners, often remark on the sometimes difficult (and expensive) tasks of maintaining our cars but forget to consider those who build them.
My wife likes to begin sentences in the middle and work her way outward from there. I believe it has to do with her relentless pursuit of efficiency. This sentence began with “Are you kidding me?” Not terribly unusual, and a laugh usually follows, which it did this time. What? I replied.
This morning the air was cool – not unusual for a fall morning in New England. As I was driving to work enjoying the chilly feeling (while wearing a sweatshirt, no less) – I smelled a familiar smell – burning wood. I thought to myself “no doubt a woodstove”. I would say that the smell of the first woodstove being lit has always held a special place in my heart.