Last Sunday, as I pulled into the Christmas tree farm puffing a cheap bent billiard/egg, a lady was just pulling out in her little sedan. She looked up as we passed each other and her jaw dropped to see my pipe. She immediately swung a U-turn and reentered the lot after me.
As we stepped out of our vehicles, she lost herself in a paroxysm of delight to have found a dad smoking a pipe. Turned out that she was from the newspaper and was looking to do a little write-up on a family getting its Christmas tree. She said that finding a dad with a pipe was more than she'd hoped for.
Maybe the Christmas Spirit clears away the anti-tobacco insanity just enough to let us spread a little holiday cheer?
As we stepped out of our vehicles, she lost herself in a paroxysm of delight to have found a dad smoking a pipe. Turned out that she was from the newspaper and was looking to do a little write-up on a family getting its Christmas tree. She said that finding a dad with a pipe was more than she'd hoped for.
Maybe the Christmas Spirit clears away the anti-tobacco insanity just enough to let us spread a little holiday cheer?