There was this one corner downtown, I think it was around Nicolette and seventh street, that we'd walk by on occasion on the way to lunch. In the summer, when it was warm, you could smell the stench of sewer gas and soot as you passed this corner. Most people would be repelled by the stink, but it always reminded my of my Grand Aunt's house in Flatbush, and I'd feel melancholy for a few moments until I realized I was, in fact, smelling sewer gas.