When I bought my first house, neither the realtor nor the seller told me there was a cement pond in the back yard. The elderly owner had forgotten all about after she quit taking care of the yard and honeysuckle vines covered it up years earlier. I got a lot of pleasure out of that pond after uprooting the honeysuckle.
Even if you've seen the movie, I recommend reading Lost Moon. I remember following the Apollo 13 mission on TV, but the story from the inside is fascinating.
Every once in a while, when my kitchen compost bucket has mostly fruit in it, I'll open the lid and get a strong whiff of Boone's Farm, the kind of fruity wine you drink in high school. I can't help but think of pruno when that happens.
(It's) Looking Like Pedro Pascal Got Him(self) Burritos