Although I’ve been up since 5, I’m just now getting serious about waking up. Milan’s Triple Crown in the Deerstalker with Yorkshire Gold tea. I have no idea why I do the Popeye squint when I smoke.
Milan’s Triple Crown in a Rossi bent pot. A red-tailed hawk just took what appeared to be a field mouse as I lit up. He might have the right idea. I just returned from the grocery store. Burgers and tots for us.
Hitting the books again with a MM cob full of Royal Yacht. I had to scratch that itch. With age, I’ve gotten to be better at smoking a pipe and at forgetting what I’ve read.