Hello fellow pipers. Long time lurker- new member. emile7 is the name. A few words.
I've been smoking a pipe for several years now. I hail from the far west,rural hill country. I only know one other pipe smoker in my tiny town. He has little inclination to smoke communally. He won't smoke at the outdoor biergarten or anywhere else, for that matter. He is quite cagey on the subject of smoking in general. I think I know why. We first met when I'd contacted him about a car he had put up for sale. After a deal was struck with handshake-this amiable man who is in his mid seventies, we got to talking about the provisioning of a man-cave. He produced a wadded and twisted yellow plastic bag from a jacket pocket. The tortured bag enveloped a truncated no-named bent apple with a wiggling stem. He impishly unwrapped it and put in his mouth.It was his only pipe and he only purchases bulk tobacco at the local Reservation smokeshop. I got home home and dug out two cleaned and refurbished Dr Graybows and 3 or 4 oz of Stormfront. When I returned with the gift, his eyes lit up and we sat out on his deck to enjoy a bowl. His wife(a kind and gentle woman)joined us, with a pitcher of lemonade- he put his pipe out and gradually became silent. I suspect the wife has harangued him over the years. he has been driven ever deeper into his palace of smoker's solitude. A mountain cave of solitude.
When I returned a week or so later to offer him another smoke, his lady said that he was probably too busy to hang around and smoking a pipe "with the guys". She also said that he had pledged to give up all tobacco products- so I was wasting my time. I've been thinking about my new friend. It reminds me to smoke joyously and publicly and not to be driven under the mountain like my friend.
I've been smoking a pipe for several years now. I hail from the far west,rural hill country. I only know one other pipe smoker in my tiny town. He has little inclination to smoke communally. He won't smoke at the outdoor biergarten or anywhere else, for that matter. He is quite cagey on the subject of smoking in general. I think I know why. We first met when I'd contacted him about a car he had put up for sale. After a deal was struck with handshake-this amiable man who is in his mid seventies, we got to talking about the provisioning of a man-cave. He produced a wadded and twisted yellow plastic bag from a jacket pocket. The tortured bag enveloped a truncated no-named bent apple with a wiggling stem. He impishly unwrapped it and put in his mouth.It was his only pipe and he only purchases bulk tobacco at the local Reservation smokeshop. I got home home and dug out two cleaned and refurbished Dr Graybows and 3 or 4 oz of Stormfront. When I returned with the gift, his eyes lit up and we sat out on his deck to enjoy a bowl. His wife(a kind and gentle woman)joined us, with a pitcher of lemonade- he put his pipe out and gradually became silent. I suspect the wife has harangued him over the years. he has been driven ever deeper into his palace of smoker's solitude. A mountain cave of solitude.
When I returned a week or so later to offer him another smoke, his lady said that he was probably too busy to hang around and smoking a pipe "with the guys". She also said that he had pledged to give up all tobacco products- so I was wasting my time. I've been thinking about my new friend. It reminds me to smoke joyously and publicly and not to be driven under the mountain like my friend.
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