Sometimes when I step outside of my office, I smell it. The smell of the desert... that dry, earthy aroma. There's no reason why I should smell it. My office is less than a mile from the Chesapeake. But it's there, and I can't avoid it. I love it. I miss it. It makes me think that one horrible thought that I shouldn't even be considering at this age: I can't wait to retire so I can live there again. But there you have it.