I was cleaning up some old CDs and came across a recording of Penny Lover, by Lionel Ritchie.
Back in the early '80s there was a trendy restaurant in Natchitoches, LA. It's gone now as trendy things are apt to go. One day my first wife and I met there for lunch. Beautiful spring day. I ordered a stuffed potato and we enjoyed a nice lunch in the new restaurant in town. Penny Lover played on the background music as we ate lunch.
To this day, when I hear that song, I taste that stuffed potato.
Ain't that odd?