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May 4, 2010
Santana, “No One To Depend On” came on over the car radio and suddenly I was living a double life – one in the here and now, and another from thirty years ago, circa 1971, when the song was released. The song linked me immediately to the memory of mom's perfume. When I was young, she always wore Emeraude, for special occasions. I have no idea what the occasion was, but clearly, the song was either playing in the car, or, quite possibly, on the stereo at home while mom was getting ready and the memory circuit was made.