This photo was taken on the morning of our second day of the trip from the top of a stairwell that leads to a path behind the stores downtown. It's not really an alley. Just a path. I had a small apartment on this strip back when I was 17 years old. The year was 1991 and the Gulf War had just begun. Literally. I always associate that time with the war. It was a difficult time.

My brother asked if I wanted to go into the building to see the door to my old apartment. I didn't. But when we walked by he opened the door and the building smelled EXACTLY as it had 13 years ago. If I could capture smells I'd probably be a smellographer rather than a photographer. Or be like John Waters and meld the two to create smell-o-vision.

Thanks to everyone who wrote or commented about the hometown series. There's still tons more!