Two days ago, I made a quick run to my local pipe shop, after a visit to the local but fairly major art museum. This was a busman's holiday while my wife had a friend visit. She has mobility problems, so I often stay around to assist. When I got to Pipes by George, my local independent shop, the door was propped open, there was a guy sitting in the front area smoking a big robust cigar that smelled great, and in the back room with the pipes and tobacco, there was a table full of guys puffing and talking up a storm. George met me on my way in, and we had a lively discussion, and I bought the last ounce and a half of Peter Stokkebye English Luxury he had on hand that he rescued from under a shelf in the cigar humidor, saying he had another shipment arriving in a day or two. I was pleased to see his business in high gear, and to find the blend I was looking for, all in a few minutes. It was almost five, and he closes at five thirty, so things were lively. He's been there for about 35 years, and I've been his customer more or less from the beginning. Brief but great experience.