I found a dried up tobacco pouch and crappy pipe in a closet at home when I was 14. My father had tried and abandoned it maybe 15-20 years before. It wasn't very good. Eventually I got the cash together to get a good pipe and some fresh tobacco. It was Edgeworth, not great but not bad. For some reason my parents did not try to stop me. I enjoyed it and was hoping it would stunt my growth. At 6 feet I towered over my friends and didn't want to become freakishly tall. I don't know if it worked, but I didn't get taller. A close friend wanted to try it and he became a pipesmoker too. On weekends we hung out, and were well known at the major NYC tobacconists: Dunhill, Petersons, Lane Ltd (where a gentleman named Val demonstrated and explained tobacco blending to us) and Wilke. Wilke was run by two delightful old Ladies that were almost like grandmothers to us. We later found out that they were the aunts of the artist Hannah Wilke. On the subway down, we played mental chess. A few years later I got a summer job at Petersons, across from Grand Central Station. It is now called Barclay Rex, or something like that. Most of our pipes were Wilkes. They were completely unfinished, high quality, and you could get a great pipe there for $20. Dunhill had a large store on 5th Ave, opposite St Patrick's Cathedral. It was a tobacco & pipe shop that sold some clothing upstairs. There were individual cigar humidors upstairs where, free of charge, they would unwrap the cigars and age them for you. My humidor was next to VP Nelson Rockefeller's. (The cigar smoking came a little later.) They also mixed tobaccos to order, which they called My Mixture. The most popular was #965, which is still sold, canned. I bought my first Dunhill there, a panel, which cost $22. Even a high school kid with a nothing job could afford a Dunhill in those days. Now Dunhill has moved to Madison Ave and has become just another clothing store.