Reflections in Smoke

Reflections in Smoke

This might strike some of you as weird, but I think I’m in a time warp. On a recent trip to South Carolina, I looked for the old-time bricks-and-mortar pipes and tobacco shops.

I know there were some somewhere, but nary one did I find while driving around in a couple of shopping districts. Oh, there were a plethora of vape shops. But tobacco pipes bricks-and-mortar shops are more to the Pundit’s notions.

Now, before you run out to the nearest shrink and send them my way, this was not the only strange oddball occurrence.

I covered the legendary Masters golf tournament in Augusta, Ga., four times, back in the day. So, while I was so close to the famed course during my South Carolina sojourn,  I visited Augusta, Ga., and decided I would drive down the beautiful Magnolia-covered lane to the main area once more. The trees, planted on both sides of the road to the clubhouse, are 175 years old, according to Master’s history.

Nope, didn’t get to do that either. It’s a private club, I was told by a half-smiling gate guard manning a far-away entry from the main gate entrance to the famed golf course at Augusta National.
 
Yes, dear friends, the times are a-changing. No trip down memory lane for an old sports writer, and, sadly, pipes and tobacco stores were difficult to find in the once great state of tobacco barns and tobacco fields.
 
Ok, sorry for the old-fashioned rant. On to more important thoughts.
 
Usually on International Pipe Smoking Day, I pull out a vintage tobacco blend from the cellar and fill up a classic old friend.
 
I began reminiscing this IPSD about my beloved pipes and tobacco cellar. So, I hauled out a couple of my favorites along with an aging Mason jar of Virginia, Latakia with a dab of Orientals.
 
It was a rare delight for an old-fashioned pipe and tobacco day. When you are puffing your pipe in the fluffy ease of an afternoon, all worries seem to fade away. More pleasant thoughts arise, like a puffy cloud of pipe smoke.
 
I looked up a recent column by Chuck Stanion in his “History of International Pipe Smoking Day February 19, 2021, in SmokingPipes.com’s Daily Reader and Tobacco Talk.  Chuck outlines the history of the IPSD and its purpose. It’s a must-read for pipe smokers to find a refreshing view of our hobby.
 
And now it’s time for Pipe Smokers of the Past:
 
Jack Kerouac was born: on March 12, 1922, in Lowell, Mass., and died on Oct. 21, 1969, in St. Petersburg, Fla.
 
Kerouac was one of the leaders of the Beat movement in the 1950s along with Allen Ginsberg,  Gary Snyder, Gregory Corso, and Lawrence Ferlinghetti, among others.
 
His most famous work was “On the Road” published in 1957. That book spawned beat poets across the nation and produced broad cultural influence.
 
Quite naturally, Pundit ran right out and bought a first edition, fancying himself something of a beat poet.  And, sadly, that first copy has been lost, but replaced. Oh, the woes of youth! However, I did visit Kerouac’s home in Florida, just to soak up the muses of that long-gone era. The beat continues!

Several online sites say the beat author smoked a pipe and even one site showed photos of his old pipe stands. However, I was unable to find certifiable pipe tobacco he smoked.

All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together—Jack Kerouac
 
Next up is Edgar Rice Burroughs. He was born Sept. 1, 1875, in Chicago, Ill., and died March 19, 1950, in Encino, Calif.
 
He was the famed author of the Tarzan of the Jungle novels. And although I found evidence of his pipe smoking history, his tobacco preferences remain elusive.
 
 Love is a strange master, and human nature is still stranger—Edgar Rice Burroughs.
 
 A parting shot:
 
I have been a pipe smoker for many years—from my college days through the middlemarch.
 
However, I did cease for a good long span to take stock of things entering the senior geezerhood era. And then I returned with a passion.

The embers of my pipe ardor have not waned, though I do smoke less now than in my younger days. Some time back, I decided smoking a pound a week was a little too much intensity.
 
My pipes and tobacco still give me much pleasure. It continues to fulfill a relaxing afternoon or mornings with coffee. And there are those moments of contemplation on life and its many twists and the unexpected.

And at times, recalling the roads not taken, to steal an apt phrase from one of America’s greatest poets, the pipe-smoking Robert Frost.
 
I call it reflections in smoke.

Old fav pipes and tobacco puffed for IPSD from L-R: Ser Jacopo Picta 01; Peterson Sherlock Holmes Lestrade; Dunhill Amberroot 5103; Peterson Deluxe. Pipe Tobaccos from L-R: Esoterica Tobacciana Dunbar, several Virginias with Louisiana Perique from 2017; McClelland #2035 Dark Navy Flake, from 2017. (Photo: Fred Brown)
Old fav pipes and tobacco puffed for IPSD from L-R: Ser Jacopo Picta 01; Peterson Sherlock Holmes Lestrade; Dunhill Amberroot 5103; Peterson Deluxe. Pipe Tobaccos from L-R: Esoterica Tobacciana Dunbar, several Virginias with Louisiana Perique from 2017; McClelland #2035 Dark Navy Flake, from 2017. (Photo: Fred Brown)




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