My dad talked longingly of it when I was a kid, he quit when he married my mom. So after all us kids turned 18, I bought him a pipe and some tobacco. Gave him some pleasure the last 5-6 years of his life. I love the smell, but haven't indulged in it myself for years. I always forget to keep puffing to keep the coal going. Only time it worked out when when I was doing something monotonous like dragging a field, or roading a tractor for aways with nothing to do but sing to myself and puff on a pipe. I have a couple of my dad's pipes around. Been meaning to pick up a bag of vanilla cavendish and converse with my old man again.
