I remember when people were concerned about seniors living in isolation so they visited shut-ins. That memory comes with the smells light and colors of walking through wildflowers to get to a neighbor's house, in other words a long time ago. But I'm old enough to have been alive way back then.

I remember Los Angeles before there were freeways. From our yard in Pasadena, you could smell orange blossoms from the farms to the south. In the 1950s, my mom and I would drive down La Brea, I think, to go to Knott's Berry farm, which at that time was a restaurant and a few exhibits about the Pioneers who founded California. From Pasadena to Brea the road went up and down Hills and you were driving through orange groves, imagine that.