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This morning, I noticed that a neighbor has honeysuckle vines which have kindly crept over the top of the property-line fence. I skipped over to take a whiff, and was instantly transported back about 30 years and 1800 miles to the honeysuckle vines that grew on the chain-link fence running between JohnnyÂ Van Der Meer Field and the houses on Woodside Ave in Midland Park. Wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey.