The Smell of Memory

The smell of dinner rolls baking in the oven aroused my senses and took me to my childhood memories. There was a bakery across the street from the apartment I lived in on 42nd Telegraph Avenue in Oakland. The bakery displayed a variety of pastries in its glass counter. I would smell the sweet and enticing aroma every morning. However, for reasons I can't remember, I'd never go inside the bakery to look at the pastries nor did I buy any. But at the Church's Fried Chicken at the next intersection, I was a regular customer.

I wonder whether that bakery is still there.