I don't ever forget. I donate bad photoshop to the cause:
I also offer this story of suddenly going blind for a few hours: I'm playing racquetball with a man, whom I met smoking cigars and pipes, when I crush my own eyeball; then I get driven to the ER by my wife, whom I met smoking cigars and pipes; there I am examined by a cigar smoking friend that I met in the local cigar and pipe room before it got shut down by the city council; when he realizes he's over his head, he calls a cigar smoking buddy of both of ours who happens to be an optometrist. Sometimes, people are just great. Often they're people in this great pipe and cigar community we have. Blessings and peace, all. Much love.
