Have you ever arrived in a city and smelled a smell so delicious that you spend the better part of a morning going from bakery to bakery trying baked goods in an attempt to discover the source? Well, I have and the hunt leads me to meet a real, live communist, a Baltic beach and ends with me leading myself and innocent victim into a refilling ambush in a chapter I call “Scenes From a Latvian Living Room And Other Tales of Jewish Geography.”