As soon as I open the door I feel like I am at a Lucky Strike convention. Everything smells of tobacco including the pillows. The perfect end to another travel debacle.
I couldn't help but think of my new town, with its Lucky Strike tower and smokestack...
Photos taken in May 2007 at the magnificently redeveloped American Tobacco complex here in Durham. I love walking or bicycling through there. (Actually the pics were taken the same evening I met Coach Vaas).
And since Coach Willard mentioned the smell of tobacco, the locals here say that up until about 10 years ago, the air in the evening in downtown Durham would smell like tobacco (not cigarettes). I find that oddly charming. I would've liked to experience that, in a way.
