I had a freakish event at work today. I was puttering along at the computer when a gent poked his head in the door to ask if I'd seen his USB charging cable anywhere. Turns out he's the night maintenance guy, and uses his phone to listen to music while he works and puts it on a charger sometimes. I had one of the sort he needed, so I gave it to him. He mentioned something about using micromesh to work on a coffee-stain in the porcelain sink, and I said that I'd like to get ahold of some to clean oxidation of off pipe stems. Then lightning struck and we talked pipes and tobaccos for ten minutes or so-- turns out he's a member here, though inactive lately, and a member of NASPC, and from Ohio (like me), and so on and so on. This, friends, happened in Wickenburg, Arizona, a town with a population of around 5000. I wouldn't want to have to calculate the odds, but I know they're very slim indeed. He gave me a sample of some Villiger 1888 that he thought I'd like, and I do-- though I'm not sure which one it is, because I was too befuddled to ask. It's in coins, and has Virginia, Cavendish, and maybe a little Perique. It's a little reminiscent of Three Nuns.