I pull the car over to pick up my father and as he gets in I’m overwhelmed by how strongly he smells of fried noodles, what we used to call Chinese Noodles.  These deep fried noodles were sprinkled on top of a bowl of Won Ton Soup, dipped in duck sauce as an appetizer, some old-school Jews put them on top of their Chicken Shah Mein (aka Chow Mein).  Why my father smelled like Chinese noodles at the end of his working day I shall describe presently, just not right now.