hey thanks.Happy Birthday!
hey thanks.Happy Birthday!
My old man. Still head over to my parents when I have the time and light up a bowl with him. Highlight of my week every time.The man I knew some 40 years ago is mostly likely passed on. He was probably in his mid 50s then but seemed much older to me. I've always remembered him. Looked a lot like Peter Graves as I remember. You see, this man smoked a pipe all time. Once every week we would meet up and he would teach me about life. He was like a grandfather to me. All the while he spoke he would take out his pipe, pack it, and light it and dispense his wisdom with swirls of smoke around him. He would use his pipe like a pointer to emphasize the important parts. I watched this ritual repeat for many years until he was no longer able to smoke due to health issues not related to pipes. I grew up and moved away and we lost touch with other. I became old enough to smoke a pipe myself and I remembered his ritual. How he carefully selected tobacco from a jar and loaded it with precision into a old worn and charred pipe. After some trial and error I had my own pipe going well and began what would become a decades long journey into the world of smoking pipes.
Much trail as well?Trail and error, lots of error . . .
May I ask…. you are retired clergy? What denomination?Back in the '60's, we all took up pipe smoking our first year in seminary. The older students taught us that there was a world of tobacco beyond what blends were for sale at the news stand; mostly aromatics and what we today call codger blends. These older Brothers of the Briar introduced us to English and Virginia blends.
Got us to buy better pipes, too.
May I ask…. you are retired clergy? What denomination?