It was suggested I introduce myself, so greetings from Metro-Detroit.
A favorite pastime in college was sitting on our front porch with some music and adult beverages while watching the bar crowd and other students wander down sorority row.
A fraternity brother (yes, I bought my friends) and I decided to porch it while playing chess and smoking pipes. Campbell's Smoke Shop was just down the street, so we picked up some basket pipes and house-blended tobacco and my journey began.
After living in Lansing for about 18 years, I returned back to Metro-Detroit and (hopefully) found my forever home. Although pipe smoking fell by the wayside in graduate school, I recently picked it up again and am trying to develop my palate while starting a small cellar.
I used to have more hobbies and interests, but graduate school, my career, and having a daughter put most of my interests on the backburner. The good news is I was able to pay off my student loans in under 10 years while moonlighting as a cook. My mom told me I'd never get paid to play with knives and fire ... I proved her wrong but "retired" from the cooking profession after 20 years with the birth of my daughter.
Currently I get knotted up in my profession, which is more grey-collared than blue or white, and still enjoy cooking for myself or others when possible. After all, there is only about one other thing that you can do using all 5 senses ... and no pants are required.
Typically, I enjoy my weekend mornings with a pipe and bottomless cup of coffee or diet soda while watching the neighborhood wake up.
I used to enjoy reading and infusing my own alcohol (cherry bourbon, apricot brandy, and butterscotch whiskey were favorites), but those are still on the backburner for now.
I was a lurker for a while and began posting a little bit ago. The wealth of information in this virtual thinktank is robust and some of the members are real characters.
Regardless, my nickname since high school was/is the Amish Tyrant (many people only know me as Amish) and I run on nicotine, caffeine, and hatred (just kidding ... maybe).
A favorite pastime in college was sitting on our front porch with some music and adult beverages while watching the bar crowd and other students wander down sorority row.
A fraternity brother (yes, I bought my friends) and I decided to porch it while playing chess and smoking pipes. Campbell's Smoke Shop was just down the street, so we picked up some basket pipes and house-blended tobacco and my journey began.
After living in Lansing for about 18 years, I returned back to Metro-Detroit and (hopefully) found my forever home. Although pipe smoking fell by the wayside in graduate school, I recently picked it up again and am trying to develop my palate while starting a small cellar.
I used to have more hobbies and interests, but graduate school, my career, and having a daughter put most of my interests on the backburner. The good news is I was able to pay off my student loans in under 10 years while moonlighting as a cook. My mom told me I'd never get paid to play with knives and fire ... I proved her wrong but "retired" from the cooking profession after 20 years with the birth of my daughter.
Currently I get knotted up in my profession, which is more grey-collared than blue or white, and still enjoy cooking for myself or others when possible. After all, there is only about one other thing that you can do using all 5 senses ... and no pants are required.
Typically, I enjoy my weekend mornings with a pipe and bottomless cup of coffee or diet soda while watching the neighborhood wake up.
I used to enjoy reading and infusing my own alcohol (cherry bourbon, apricot brandy, and butterscotch whiskey were favorites), but those are still on the backburner for now.
I was a lurker for a while and began posting a little bit ago. The wealth of information in this virtual thinktank is robust and some of the members are real characters.
Regardless, my nickname since high school was/is the Amish Tyrant (many people only know me as Amish) and I run on nicotine, caffeine, and hatred (just kidding ... maybe).
