Trout Bum
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So, there I was, walking my dog after a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner with family and friends. It was snowing softly, as it had been all day. Winter wonderland in a post turkey haze...
I was walking up the street, shuffling quietly through a foot of fresh snow, and there, right in front of me, was the most astounding site: a lone figure, under a pine tree, puffing on a churchwarden! This was akin to a ufo sighting for me. Let me put this in perspective: I live in a fairly large city, and there is not ONE real B&M, which leads me to believe there probably isn't one in the whole state. There are a few "smoke shops" that specialize in stogies, but try to find a single tin of anything and you will be thwarted, believe me I have tried. There are your typical bulk aromatic blends, but I could not even find quality blends like Stokkebye's Luxury Navy Flake to be had. As for pipes, well, there are a few cobs, and, if you're lucky, a basket of over priced no-names behind the counter. Seeing a guy with a pipe, let alone a churchwarden, was a true shocker of the highest order.
Turns out the guy is smoking Arcadia in an HCA he's had for 12 years! And he's my neighbor! We chatted about pipes and tobaccos for a while; no shocker here: he was a consummate gentlemen, and a pleasure to speak with. A serendipitous meeting, to be sure.
We parted ways (he almost seemed more interested in my black lab, Kona, than me, which actually is a good sign and the mark of any self respecting pipe man) and agreed to get together some time for a leisurely smoke.
I told him about the BoB, of which he was unawares. He sounded like he might check it out, might not. Very cool, somewhat aloof, a hipster to be certain.
In closing, I would like to state that I left the scene, Kona prancing and pouncing through the drifts, with a rather warm feeling and a slight grin on my face.
I was walking up the street, shuffling quietly through a foot of fresh snow, and there, right in front of me, was the most astounding site: a lone figure, under a pine tree, puffing on a churchwarden! This was akin to a ufo sighting for me. Let me put this in perspective: I live in a fairly large city, and there is not ONE real B&M, which leads me to believe there probably isn't one in the whole state. There are a few "smoke shops" that specialize in stogies, but try to find a single tin of anything and you will be thwarted, believe me I have tried. There are your typical bulk aromatic blends, but I could not even find quality blends like Stokkebye's Luxury Navy Flake to be had. As for pipes, well, there are a few cobs, and, if you're lucky, a basket of over priced no-names behind the counter. Seeing a guy with a pipe, let alone a churchwarden, was a true shocker of the highest order.
Turns out the guy is smoking Arcadia in an HCA he's had for 12 years! And he's my neighbor! We chatted about pipes and tobaccos for a while; no shocker here: he was a consummate gentlemen, and a pleasure to speak with. A serendipitous meeting, to be sure.
We parted ways (he almost seemed more interested in my black lab, Kona, than me, which actually is a good sign and the mark of any self respecting pipe man) and agreed to get together some time for a leisurely smoke.
I told him about the BoB, of which he was unawares. He sounded like he might check it out, might not. Very cool, somewhat aloof, a hipster to be certain.
In closing, I would like to state that I left the scene, Kona prancing and pouncing through the drifts, with a rather warm feeling and a slight grin on my face.