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6.30.2000
9:25 PM | Link |
I don't remember ever seeing Dad smoke a pipe, but I remember seeing his little pipe collection sitting around the house when I was growing up. When I was a junior in high school, Marco was a senior who smoked a pipe, and I thought it was so cool. When I started college and quickly became engrossed in Shakespeare and all that entails, it was inevitable that I would take up a pipe of my own. I started with Dad's old Dr. Grabow (along with tamping lessons from Marco), and have had a nice bowl most weekends since then. Labels: memories |
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