This morning I posted "Scented Candles." Like one of the characters in the story, I dislike scented candles. I don't get along well with smoke, either. Back in my Boy Scout days, the campfires didn't agree with me at all, and my hamburgers always stuck to the bottom of my stainless-steel Boy Scout frying pan. Still it might be nice to make love in front of a camp fire (or a real fire place), and candles do add something nice to intimate dinners and to loving sex. Just don't ask me to go into the gift shop area of a Cracker Barrel restaurant or a candle shop at the mall. Not that I'm a fan of Cracker Barrel cuisine or malls in general.