Saw this in print. Reminded me of a man in his nineties I met when my wife was in rehab after hip surgery. His pipes had been damaged by a well-meaning friend who'd attempted to ream them for him. I bought him a cob and later a briar, to let him enjoy a little of his well-loved Prince Albert. He wasn't so sure about the cob, but after he'd smoked it for several weeks, he spoke of it in glowing terms. He was a real old-school American pipe smoker and a good fella.
That was a great read ... thanks!
I loved this little bit:
The act of smoking any pipe is the act of tending something. The act of smoking a corncob pipe is the act of tending something that is of the land, tied to a set of values, of practices, a kind of thought process that’s worth preserving.