Ah, smoking with your Dad. There are alot of things about my life that I regret, but the fact
that my Dad passed when I was getting my life in line will never give me peace. I was in the
USAF for 4 years, then out of town in college, and during my senior year he died of cancer at home.
There is no telling if my mother would have allowed him to smoke anything after a cure, had things
gone that way instead, but he loved pipes and cigars with his brother when we would go to Michigan
to visit them. Man, would he be freaking jealous of my stash today. But of course, I would share the best
with him, so why be jealous?
