First, let me protest my love of good old NYC, the Big Apple, center for so many aspects of American
life -- art, theater, finance, advertising, design, etc. My wife, a Missouri farm girl, lived much of her
adult life in Greenwich Village, and I commuted to her house on Long Island when we were dating,
and always enjoy Manhattan and the city. All that said, I think it is a good thing that NYC is
hicksville, nowhere land for tobacco pipes. My wife says just having a cup of coffee in NYC is an
activity in itself; you feel like you are in touch with the pulse of the world. But I have more pipes and
tobacco within ten minutes drive than most of the burroughs of NYC. So let them nanny around all
they want. And don't demonize Joe Figurehead. People get what they demand at any particular
place and time, even when doing it by caving in. NYC does its thing, and my local pipe guy with
the little pencil written warning on the front door about second hand smoke does his. I couldn't
find a pipe shop in NYC; it's there somewhere, probably behind a false front newsstand.