This evening, when todays activities are done, I'll get out the plainest, post WWII-looking pipe I can find, perhaps the Grabow POY from a few years ago, and smoke a bowl of some sort of cherry blend. I've been thinking about my dad all weekend.
The Indians will not bother you now, on account of ... you are touched.
Dad was an SWR guy, so I’ll dig the aging (not in a good way) pouch out of a drawer when we get back from visiting him. No idea what pipe, but S&S’s pipe rationale inspired me.
We were traveling over Dad's Day. So no pipe was enjoyed. I got back to the house last night. So I smoked the Dad's Day pipe then. A large Comoy Billiard, the 4th pipe I ever bought. Stuffed with some C&D Bow Legged Bear and 2 fingers of Maker's Mark
Do Justice...
Love Mercy...
Walk Humbly with your GOD