re: #283 buzzsawmonkey

It’s the kind of indescribable smell that will haunt me as long as I live. The fires weren’t put out for nearly 3 months, and you knew that the smell was akin to a funeral pyre, because many of the thousands killed were never recovered intact. Depending on how the wind blew, you could smell it in Brooklyn or New Jersey, or where I worked in the Village. It seeped into everything.