The last pipe I broke was a nice briar Pipe Maker Bulldog, about three years ago, when my daughter was at the office.
She opened the mail, and came back and said Oh, this is so pretty, and handed it to me. I took it and began to clean it up, and fumbled it and it hit the floor and broke the bowl in half.
She asked, can you glue it back, and my reply was for twelve dollars I’ll buy another one, but that one’s gone.
She was just a little girl when she saw the meerschaum she named Jack in a pipe display and had her mother buy it for me.
Aside from the beautiful carving, the coloring, and the sweet smoking qualities of a meerschaum, I think we value the memory of getting them most of all.
They are jewelry men can smoke.
But just never drop one.
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