I am a pipe-smoker. According to some I am a fading shadow of a passing age, and a throwback to another era. To a degree I suppose that this is true, after all I shave using a safety razor, brush, and mug; I have a den full of books and read extensively (and watch television seldomly); I hunt (upland birds); and I fish with the dry-fly.
But then again, it's probably not me who cuts (or flips) you off in traffic, nor am I the Type-A schemer seeking to take your wife and/or your job. I don't require prescription mood-stabilizers, I'm not in therapy, I've been married (to the same woman) for 29 years, and I would like to think that you could count on me in a pinch. Interestingly, all of the pipe-smokers that I know are (or were) constructed along similar lines.
A throwback? If that's the case, then I'm right where I want to be. Won't you join me?
But then again, it's probably not me who cuts (or flips) you off in traffic, nor am I the Type-A schemer seeking to take your wife and/or your job. I don't require prescription mood-stabilizers, I'm not in therapy, I've been married (to the same woman) for 29 years, and I would like to think that you could count on me in a pinch. Interestingly, all of the pipe-smokers that I know are (or were) constructed along similar lines.
A throwback? If that's the case, then I'm right where I want to be. Won't you join me?