Well, I suppose the poor fellow thought pipe smoking was all tweed jackets and leisurely afternoons. Now the pipe just languishes on his shelf—like some tragic relic of a misadventure into the arcane art of combustion.
He might have been coralled by a Daisy Mae and finding it difficult to get away !!
I might have to pick up this pipe again — I’ve really grown fond of my Nording Compass. That small bowl works surprisingly well for me; I’ve gotten used to smoking smaller charges of tobacco, and it turns out to be quite convenient.
Thank you colleague. Excellent post, actually poetically and clearly written.
August has arrived, and by tradition, I believe it’s time to kick off the new thread: “What Are You Smoking, August 2025?” I’ve just cracked open a fresh delivery of tobacco and, of course, already fired up a bowl — it’s only fair to share some
You're early, man.August has arrived, and by tradition, I believe it’s time to kick off the new thread: “What Are You Smoking, August 2025?” I’ve just cracked open a fresh delivery of tobacco and, of course, already fired up a bowl — it’s only fair to share some
impressions.
Let’s hear it, everyone — what’s in your bowl to start the new month?
Considering the response to my post that I quoted here, I realize that some of you may not know that we don't own Abner the Eager. I don't know who - if anybody - does. All we really know about him is that he spends a lot of time navigating the neighborhood, and that other people must be feeding him on different streets, too. We take care of him when he's here not just because it's the right thing to do, but he loves us and vice versa. Since we haven't seen him lately, we are very worried about him.
