It's a beautiful evening and I'm gonna spend it quietly having a scotch and a smoke of the pipe. I've learned to enjoy some of the finer things in life through trial and error. I prefer 12 yr old Dewars and other top shelf scotch available to us mere mortals but alas, the wallet seldom complies, hence, I had to do some very painful comparrison shopping. Clan MacGregor is my Sept. Tracing family lineage on me mum's side is Scots-Irish with the Scot going back to this clan. So it was fitting that I find an enjoyable low cost scotch with this name. 1.75 liters for $20.
I smoke a custom blend of pipe tobacco and most often use my deacon's pipe. A very expensive pipe modeled after the clay pipes of old. With the stem, its about 10" long. If I grew the beard out a little differently perhaps one could mistake me for Amish or perhaps a Hippie holdover. I am neither.
American Indians in New England and elsewhere used tobacco in spiritual ceremonies and often drew the smoke around their heads to symbolize their prayers. I can relate. My time upon the porch is spent in deep contemplation reflecting a poet's muse. Being that poets are a weakness of mine (poets often write other than poetry and convey the same depth and breadth) it is the quickest way to my heart.
Tomorrow, I need to get up early and drive two hours into the mountains of VT for a all VW show. Hope for the "Little Hottie" to do well in the Ghia competition. I like air cooled VW people. Except for a few yuppies here and there, everyone is very down to earth and enjoy the simpler things in life....like me.