The first truly high quality, large pipe I ever bought was this huge WDC reservoir system type pipe in 1978 from a basket of laundry detergent soaked pipes in a gas station near Wichita Kansas for five bucks. It took a long time to smoke the soap out of it.
The new gas station owner had bought the place from the widow of a pipe smoker. The dead pipe smoker had ran the gas station since the end of WW2 and he’d required his employees to put on fresh laundered uniforms every day.
The fellow died in an accident, and his wife must have put a box containing all his really nice pipes under a shelf where she kept the laundry soap, because when she sold out the new owner I inherited a lot of soapy pipes, to sell for $5.
My girlfriend at the time, had a Daddy who owned a dozen banks. She offered to buy me the entire basket, but I’ve always had too much pride for my own good.
View attachment 162239She bought me the little Peterson years later for Christmas, as my wife.
If only money, could buy back love, you know?
Back in 1978 she’d gladly gone with me to tour the Kansas State Capitol, even stopped by at Lawrence to see where Jim Lane almost got his just deserts, the damned murdering, plundering Jayhawker.
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Mark Twain remains Missouri’s most beloved author. I still read Huckleberry Finn every so often and laugh as much today as when my old grandmother Myrtle Cahow “Ma” Agee would have me read for her as a child.
I reckon iff’n ole Mark Twain smoked a Peterson, we’uns oughter make double sure the compney whut makes em stays in bidness and buy one, you know?
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