On the back porch and it's 80 degrees, I'm enjoying "Balkan II" by Tobacconist Exchange, New Orleans, in my GBD Collector, Rockroot, while slaking my thirst with a cold Paulaner Salvator Double Bock, and reading Still Searching for Pipe Dreams, by Rick Newcombe. Kinda nice. I love this quote in the book,"{J.S.] Bach turned to his pipe for relaxation, contemplation and what he called 'fruitful meditation.' He ended the poem with these words:
And so, puffing contentedly,
On land, at sea, at home, abroad,
I smoke my pipe and worship God.