Idlefellow
West of the East and East of the West
Renewing my quest to re-acquaint myself with some seldom-smoked old friends. This is a house pipe from my old home shop (long gone but never forgotten), the Pipe Rack. I guess it's an author shape? And I never did know who made their stencil pipes; Jobey maybe. John Ojile and his wife were fine people and tolerant of our ragtag band of poor grad students, artists, musicians and other ne'er-do-wells; they'd sit there chatting with us - both smoking cigarettes - while we oohed and awed over pipes we couldn't afford before purchasing a couple ounces of tobacco or a pack of pipe cleaners. But I did buy many a pipe on lay-away at the Pipe Rack.
It was raining when I took my lunch-time stroll but stopped soon after; I didn't need the umbrella while I smoked a bowl of Diebel's Kentucky Broadcut and remembered some fond times and some good folks.
It was raining when I took my lunch-time stroll but stopped soon after; I didn't need the umbrella while I smoked a bowl of Diebel's Kentucky Broadcut and remembered some fond times and some good folks.