The Smell of Sunday Morning

I’ve always loved the smell of the Baltimore Sun newspaper. The fresh scent of the clean and new paper reminds me of my living room. I’ll always remember waking up on Sunday mornings and running downstairs to sit on my father’s lap while he read the newspaper. He would always be drinking his half regular, half decaff Folger’s coffee out of his crab coffee cup. He wore a light blue sweatshirt with old navy blue sweatpants and green slippers that made a scraping noise when he walked across the kitchen floor. He always read me the comics and I would laugh and flip the pages. The sports section was my favorite even though I only looked at the pictures. I pointed to the photos of Ray Lewis and Peter Boulware and would ask my dad to read what it said below. I remember seeing pictures of Cal Ripken and Roberto Alomar swinging a home plate at Camden Yards. My father continues to read the Baltimore Sun every Sunday morning, but I’m always asleep.

Robby Maddux '11