The article is about William Nowell, a homeless man with an unspecified health problem who, having come into a two-hundred-thousand-dollar legal settlement (its precise origins are unclear, at least initially), moves into a luxury apartment building whose other tenants decide that he, yes, smells too much.
Instead, the rider is offered the opportunity, amid a fresh blast of wind, the scent of pines or oranges (yes, Smell-o-Vision is back), to take it in and simply wonder.
How you look, smell (yes smell), and act, can and will determine whether they decide to embrace you, or keep you left out.
The dander, the fur, the smell — yes, animals smell, although owners (like smokers) don't smell them anymore after a while.
Sitting so close to someone you barely know, inhaling their scent (and yes, he smelled great), experiencing their sense of humor based on what they laugh at (I was pleased to observe him laughing at the same very same poop jokes and juvenile humor as I did).
Item no longer needed; and, yes, item smelled like B.O. and favorite perfume when it arrived.
"As we see the sights and hear the sounds and, yes, even smell the smells," Mr. Eldridge said, "we're thankful for life".
You can probably download it for all I know and listen to it on your iPod as you hustle to work, with different titles for every day of the year, but it will no more be the real thing without the dark, cold air with that faintest promise of spring (yes, you can smell spring) and a slither of light on the horizon than a pack of supermarket factory eggs are the real thing.
I much preferred the working hours when I did a stint as a sub-editor on my first paper, working from 6pm until one could walk home with the fresh paper to read and – yes – the smell of hot metal in one's nostrils.
