I’m 84 YO my grandpa died a long time ago. My memories of him are faint. He was a pipe smoker, drug store pipes I’m guessing. He had a can of PA at his setting place and a rack of 4-5 pipes. He was successful before he retired having the first irrigation system west of the Mississippi River. I sometimes feel his presence when I’m alone with a bowl of PA and in metaphysical meditation. A 1/4 of him is in me. Pipe smoking and Prince Albert has brought us closer. I can feel it.