Enjoyed a tasty navel orange, and am part way through this bowl of Sutliff Prince Albert Match in a 1980s straight smooth Big Ben pot with a nickel band and a black vulcanite saddle stem. Occasionally, during my daily walks around the neighborhood, I run into a very nice older woman who is from Germany, and we chat a little bit. Today, she said that every time she sees me with a pipe (which is always, of course), that I remind her of Germany where lots of men used to smoke a pipe when she was younger. She said seeing a pipe smoker reminds her of home. I like that.