Not me, let me hasten to add.
My (adult) son went with me to Paul's Pipe shop in Flint, MI about a month ago, and was seduced by two pipes he just had to have. I'd told him before that picking out a pipe at a pipe shop isn't so much you picking the pipe, as it is the pipe picking you - but that's another discussion.
Anyway, he finally decided to give it a try tonight. I walked him through the process of packing, lighting and tamping. It was fun to see him experience the things every new pipe smoker does - can't keep it lit, why do people do this anyway, I'm NOT exhaling through the bowl, bowl is really hot, this really doesn't taste very good, my tongue is numb, etc.
But then it started to click, and he started paying more attention to the conversation than to the pipe, and (to both our surprises), smoked it dead to the bottom of the bowl.
Not sure if there will be a round two - but it was a pleasant way to kill an hour. There are worse things for fathers and sons to do together, I'm thinking.
Jim D.
My (adult) son went with me to Paul's Pipe shop in Flint, MI about a month ago, and was seduced by two pipes he just had to have. I'd told him before that picking out a pipe at a pipe shop isn't so much you picking the pipe, as it is the pipe picking you - but that's another discussion.
Anyway, he finally decided to give it a try tonight. I walked him through the process of packing, lighting and tamping. It was fun to see him experience the things every new pipe smoker does - can't keep it lit, why do people do this anyway, I'm NOT exhaling through the bowl, bowl is really hot, this really doesn't taste very good, my tongue is numb, etc.
But then it started to click, and he started paying more attention to the conversation than to the pipe, and (to both our surprises), smoked it dead to the bottom of the bowl.
Not sure if there will be a round two - but it was a pleasant way to kill an hour. There are worse things for fathers and sons to do together, I'm thinking.
Jim D.