Yesterday my wife and I drove to a nearby town to go to the bakery/cafe there. They have very good pastries, but mostly it was because you just can't have pastrami on anything other than rye bread, right?
As we walked up to the door, there were two men sitting outside, a younger fellow with a small cigar and an older gentleman smoking his pipe. They waved to us and when we came back out, we stopped to chat. The older man was charming and looked as though he could be sitting at a cafe in Paris with his elegant beard and clothing. The younger man was his son who also smokes a pipe sometimes and they apparently frequent that spot to smoke together. They were surprised when I asked what blend the man was smoking in his pipe and that I was familiar with it. It seems we pipe smokers are very scarce these days.
As we walked up to the door, there were two men sitting outside, a younger fellow with a small cigar and an older gentleman smoking his pipe. They waved to us and when we came back out, we stopped to chat. The older man was charming and looked as though he could be sitting at a cafe in Paris with his elegant beard and clothing. The younger man was his son who also smokes a pipe sometimes and they apparently frequent that spot to smoke together. They were surprised when I asked what blend the man was smoking in his pipe and that I was familiar with it. It seems we pipe smokers are very scarce these days.
