I remember sitting outside in the summer evenings smoking one of my dad’s pipes with him when I would visit on leave from my military adventures. I couldn’t tell you what the pipe was that he would let me use, or what tobacco we would smoke, but those are some of my favorite memories, and why I finally purchased (the first of many of) my own pipe. I guess I will have to experiment with indoor and outdoor smoking, but I never had a bad smoke outside when I was listening to a baseball game on his back porch and enjoying the peace of the world quietly going by with him.




