|HALF AND HALF AD 1927|
PUT THAT IN YOUR PIPE AND SMOKE IT!
Whoever really knows me, realizes that I smell.
WAIT! I smell good!
What I mean is that I have an unusually well-developed sense of smell.
Tonight, riding Flex (my scooter) to an AA meeting, I experienced olfactory sensations which took me to a place far away and long ago.
A fellow walking the 'hood was smoking a pipe, the tobacco was Half-and-Half, a brand my father smoked. And I will
never forget that most pleasant of odors.
Long before I saw my 'mark', I smelled his pipe's burning of that same brand of tobacco which we children so many years ago bought for my Pop each Christmas, and Birthday, and Father's Day. It was the one thing we knew he would happily, satisfyingly use, during those nightly minutes after a long day working the farm.
Well, tonight I could not help myself (common for me—grin!). I made a U-turn, rode right up to the 'older' man and said “Thank you!” He wanted to know why...and I told him, “...for smoking that beautiful aromatic blend of tobacco, while 'strolling down the avenue', like thumbing your nose at this chaotic world in which we are living.”
I'm still smiling!
It was a GREAT meeting, Peeps.