Gigging at The Improv at Harveys here in lovely South Lake Tahoe.
The smell of the pine trees reminds me of my father. We vacationed here many times when I was growing up and he always tried to teach me how to fish. Super 8 footage exists of us standing knee deep in a stream with our fishing tackles and fishing hats looking like quite the outdoors-men. I caught only one in all my attempts in all the years. I remember my bad etiquette yelling for all to hear, “I got one! I got one!” not knowing that my screaming disturbed any chance of my dad catching anything. I was so excited for about five minutes then felt horrible that I killed a living thing. Bringing the trout back to the cabin, my Auntie Bobby was so proud of me. “I bet he put up a good fight,” she said. We ate my trophy for lunch.
I remember this just from smelling the pine.