Discussion in 'The Smoking Lounge' started by Mister Moo, Jul 25, 2011.
Boy I hope I age better than you guys!
Here I am with my new to me 1921 Dunhill Liverpool:
Vacation. Now I have a new fence and two small gates. I have beaten big carpets. Repaired my inflatable boat. Blisters in hands. It is almost 07 pm.
Coffee time. I think I open couple years old tin of Scottish Cake. Stanwell 1988 is cleaned.
Dog daydreaming. Me being a poseur:
That ugly water in the back is a distraction from your beautiful face, or something like that.
You anywhere near cannery row? Hit the Ghirardelli chocolate shop for me.. Yum! Yum!!
As a reminder, I'm a renter (say it with disdain)....
But yes I'm near Cannery Row - about 5 mins if there weren't all the GOD DANG TOURISTS!!!!.
The shot above is at Carmel State Beach.
Ghiradelli is good. But there's better. Want some?
LOL.. Locals only right!!! But you guys are cool and will share a break with us from the NE.
Wrong thread oops
Somthing bad about whoever :P
Kilted One, we're trying to rag on Spill here, if you could edit your post to say something bad about him, it would help. Thanks.
I know I should have known better but Cannery Row was one of my big disappointments. It is one of my favourite movies and I had recently read the book. So while on a business trip I took a drive down the coast from San Francisco to visit this shrine I had envisioned.
Imagine my disappointment to find no one living in a boiler, no pickup baseball game in progress between the "girls" from the Black Flag and Mack's band of misfits, nothing. LOL I don't know what on earth I was expecting but it sure wasn't what I saw!
Enjoying a cob in lovely old Apalachicola, FL on our anniversary. Nothing like a nice smoke near the water.
Puffin' my first pipe, a $25 Calabresi, while toilin' away on a collage for a show that year. Some of the last known photos of me before I quit storing my hair on top of my head, and kept it all on the lower part of my face instead.
When I met my wife's birth father and his wife in Nashville right after these two photos, I had a full head of hair and a small beard. A couple months later, we visited again and I'd shaved my head and grown my beard. I overheard her folks and their friends talking in the kitchen one morning. "Yeah, and she was married at the beginning of summer, and all of the sudden she's with this new guy. He's nice though!"
Too funny. At least the new man in her life is a nice guy!
My hand's tired from looking at that face furnace. But man I'd like to have it.
No kidding! Funny thing is they were all too polite (read: old Southern) to say anything about it. Told the wife and she wanted to keep the charade going. And you know what spoiled the gag? They noticed me smoking a pipe on their back deck. "Just like the last guy!"
Ha, well pipe smokers are generally nice guys!
Me and my Missouri Pride. It's the most favored (and cheapest) pipe in my rotation.
Classic, absolutely priceless! Well done Sir
And I'd bring a dobro and play an octave higher, looks like my neck of the woods there