In other excitement, I had another archive caper last week. Poring over fan letters written in 1984 to a fiction factory, I came across one from a girl who affixed two stickers to her epistle. Gracious, I whispered, I think I had that sticker! Then I realized it was a scratch-and-sniff—a round, yellow circle with a green smiley fact that read "Dino-MITE!" Furtively, I cast a glance about the dim reading room to make sure no one was watching, and rubbed the sticker slightly.
Reader, I sniffed it.
Ah, the sweet scent of lemon drops, made even sweeter by the knowledge that this sensory experience had transcended the mists of time. What I smelled, she had smelled. And the realization that I probably owned that sticker, and that the author of this document was approximately the same age as I, made me think that on some level I knew her—we breathed as one.

Desperate to give you a sense of my experience, I looked for this sticker online. Alas, no yellow "Dino-MITE!"s, but I did find this gumball machine, which I am positive was in the same family of stickers. Enjoy it to whatever extent you can.

3 comments:
Oh man, I love those archive moments when you realize, oh so cheesily, that you've got the genuine article in your hot little hand. Lovely!
On an unrelated note: OMG scratch and sniff blogs! Brilliant new step in web 2.0.
Man, those moments of transcendence in the archive are awesome.
On a less positive note: Dude! You are destroying the archive!
Oh, bullshit. How is rubbing a sticker destroying it? I've touched documents that crumbled on contact. Believe me, those chemical-laden scatch-n-sniffs were built to last.
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