On Sense Memory

It's funny how certain places make you think of people.

Some ties are obvious, like how walking into SAS makes me think of Jill.  Or walking past the Edmonds Theatre makes me think of Jordan.

But some connections are random, but equally as strong.  While walking up the stairs from Marston toward Martin Square, if [and only if] I'm heading to the third floor of Weter, I always think of Aaron.

Too out of the blue?  I love the way my mind works.