Stinky Cheese

we used to hang our feet
out the back window of the car,
holding the bag of Limburger cheese
between our toes to keep the smell
as far away as possible from our delicate noses.
Dad would have killed us if
we lost it, his weekly treat, but
if we were good, we’d stop at
the Flame steak house for a peanut
butter sandwich on the way home.
Now I treasure the cheese with the
most stink per dollar, my children
complaining about how bad it
smells, hold the bag out the
front window of the car while
holding their noses.