Funny, one of my old college friends (old in both senses) reminded me that in college I loudly proclaimed
I would not smoke a pipe. That was because I thought it would look like I was trying to be professorial,
or intellectual in a phony way. I was intellectual in the sense that I was an ardent history scholar (my minor,
American), a lit minor, a fiction and poetry writer, and a budding (I thought) journalist. But I didn't want to
sit around coffee shops and beer joints and play the role. I churned out the copy and hoped someone
noticed, which they occasionally did. I smoked cigars, a few a week. My college friend smoked Luckies
like a steel mill, and has long since quit. Also, my much admired dad was a pipe smoker and at the time
I was likely seeking boundaries from him, to be my own man, eventually anyway. I think I have always been
a notch too earnest (probably often foolishly) to be hip, a hipster, or anything like that. I hope I have a
lively sense of irony, but mostly I mean what I say when I can manage to do so.
I would not smoke a pipe. That was because I thought it would look like I was trying to be professorial,
or intellectual in a phony way. I was intellectual in the sense that I was an ardent history scholar (my minor,
American), a lit minor, a fiction and poetry writer, and a budding (I thought) journalist. But I didn't want to
sit around coffee shops and beer joints and play the role. I churned out the copy and hoped someone
noticed, which they occasionally did. I smoked cigars, a few a week. My college friend smoked Luckies
like a steel mill, and has long since quit. Also, my much admired dad was a pipe smoker and at the time
I was likely seeking boundaries from him, to be my own man, eventually anyway. I think I have always been
a notch too earnest (probably often foolishly) to be hip, a hipster, or anything like that. I hope I have a
lively sense of irony, but mostly I mean what I say when I can manage to do so.