What makes you feel nostalgic? – A fine question for the last day of the year from the daily writing prompt.

In no particular order.

Talking to very old friends. Talking to old friends I’ve worked with for decades. The smell of ink. The smell of newsprint. The sound of a press. The sound of a newsroom in action during a crisis.

The sound of my grandchildren playing and realizing they’re no longer my children.

Seeing the church, we were married in. Driving into the neighborhoods we grew up in.

Hearing any V8 roar to life. Any classic car, the smell of high-octane fuel being burning. Any V-Twin cranking up and that roll of the throttle on exit.

Seeing my wife’s face today and seeing the same girl that said yes to my proposal many decades ago.

The feel of sand between the toes. The smell of Thrashers french-fries and steamed crabs anywhere in Ocean City.

Seeing hundreds of photos on my office walls of history with family and friends.

Oh my, I couldn’t forget about music. The number of songs that make the hair on my neck stand up or dance like the Blues-Brothers. The notes that make me throw my head back and do a windmill on the guitar. Knowing and singing all the lyrics to many songs going down the road. There is also a drummer in this body dying to get out.

Seeing our first home/apartment complex. Seeing our first single family home.

Arlington National Cemetery.

Having a snowball and each time feeling like it’s the first one I ever had. The sound of bells from the ice cream truck.

Family Xmas ornaments that have been passed down or accumulated over the decades.

The sound of a basketball bouncing on a driveway and off the backboard or through the net.

The backup at the Chesapeake Bay Bridge. Walking the boardwalk.

Oh, so many pictures and movies and memories of pets passed.

My 50th high school reunion.

I guess the older you get the more nostalgic you have.