Since my father passed away both my mother and myself have smelled bacon from time to time. We have experienced this in both our home (without cooking bacon) and outside in outdoor atmospheres. Also I have experience this with my son in unison along a hiking trail, and always we experience this with others where the smell is inexplicable. My dad used to love bacon and would often cook fried bread in bacon for years after “The War.” When we smell this we smile and know he is around. Sounds like “Crazy Town,” but we kinda think it’s real.
— Vicky, Canada