I'm out back by the fire pit, Fire going, 58 out side, dog's sleeping, stars out, jar of baccy at My side, smoking a old beater, cold beer, good tunes playing, no bug's a Gal that loves Me (even so shes at work). No retirement check yet but life is still good. I wish You all could be here.
PS no wind smoke goes straight up. :D
PS no wind smoke goes straight up. :D