Hemingway said of cats -- and Hemingway loved cats and perhaps treated them much better than his wives
and other people in general -- "One cat leads to another." This seems to be strikingly true of pipes. I owned
five or six pipes, or maybe four or five, for many years, and smoked them on and off. But once I had a dozen,
I needed twenty, and once I had twenty ... you get the idea. What is the potato chip quality of pipes? Why do
we tend to want more than we need for a rotation, even an expansive rotation? You would think we would be like
the grouchy old rich guy who, when asked by a young supplicant where he got his ties responded brusquely,
"I already have my ties." We already have our pipes, but we all fancy another, from time to time. Why?
What's your theory?
and other people in general -- "One cat leads to another." This seems to be strikingly true of pipes. I owned
five or six pipes, or maybe four or five, for many years, and smoked them on and off. But once I had a dozen,
I needed twenty, and once I had twenty ... you get the idea. What is the potato chip quality of pipes? Why do
we tend to want more than we need for a rotation, even an expansive rotation? You would think we would be like
the grouchy old rich guy who, when asked by a young supplicant where he got his ties responded brusquely,
"I already have my ties." We already have our pipes, but we all fancy another, from time to time. Why?
What's your theory?