Charcoal reminds me of HOME. The feel of it, the grit, the dust and the stains that it leaves on my hands all connect me to something in my past.
I grew up in the Anthracite Coal Region of Northeastern Pennsylvania. It’s not a very glamorous area of the country. Many of the rolling hills that surround the tiny mining towns where I’m from are covered with black and gray CULM and overburden. They’re the waste products from a century of unrestricted coal mining. There was no EPA to protect the environment back then, so much of the land was gouged out by Strip Mining and today those hills sit silent and abandoned looking like moonscapes.
Yeah, there’s something about Charcoal.