Curry permeates my thoughts

Someone is cooking with Curry.
That assails me with memories.
The Bon Marche is no more, it's Macy's now. I used to smell curry when I was walking down town Missoula Montana, there was an Indian Restaurant called the Gilded Lily.
I never ate there, I thought about it, but it was enough for me to walk and shop alone, eating in a restaurant would have been too much for me.
I don't know when I learned to do things on my own, but it took me years.
I hope I am turning into the person, I always wanted to be. I will never be brave, but I will take care of business.