It takes so little to take you back. It takes no thinking but sensing to take you back.You catch an aroma of a fresh baked pie and you are thirteen and baking for the first time, apple with a lattice top for a parent soon back from the hospital. A song played in memory of a recently dead singer and you are in the small club, both of you young, you much more so than he, and you don’t want the evening to end. And when the moment passes, the doors of the memory vault again swing shut waiting for the next time you offer the combination.