Some family came in this weekend for an early Labor Day get together as daily schedules and work prevented such things the day thereof. All went well, cookout, passing the pigskin, seeing family's new babies, but something happened that struck me. Now, fifty years ago people would smoke pipes in hospitals, their office cubicals, and there are even photographs from NASA during the moon landing of scientists, and ground control with a pipe in their jaw. One hundred years ago, you see yellowing, sepia photographs of gentlemen proudly holding their pipes in hand. The event that occurred today, was a seven year old nephew inquiring what I had in my mouth after dinner. I told him it was a pipe, and that you smoked tobacco in it, and that did little to soothe his look of bewilderment. He did say that it smelled better than his parents' cigarette smoke, but he had no idea what a pipe was. Fifty years from now, will there still be those enjoying a warm pipe in their hand? Will people a century from now pick up a pipe and wander what the little wooden curiosity was ever used for?