I love cigars.  I mean I really LOVE cigars.  I love deciding which one I am going to smoke.  The choices are usually pretty limited, as I don’t usually keep a huge supply on hand.  But the times when I do have a decent selection I enjoy figuring out where to start.

Kind of like deciding what to have for dessert after a good meal.

I started smoking cigars a number of years ago….which is a silly statement.   Of course it would be a number of years ago.  Even if it where only 1 year ago, 1 is a number.  Sheesh….

Anyhooters…..a good friend got me interested in them.  He is one of those guys who when they decide to do something, they don’t do it halfway.  This guy goes to the nth degree.  He has a humidor full of cigars.  All different styles, brands.  Some have been in the humidor for years.  Just waiting for the perfect time.

Me?  I think anytime I have available to me is the perfect time.

On the shore?

No better time than hanging out under the sun, rocking a really cool hat and shades.

After you come back to your beach house?

No better time to enjoy a good cup of coffee…rocking the hawaiian beach shorts and that awesome hat.

Wandering around a Ren Faire?

What better place to enjoy a good smoke.

So what brought this all on?  I was driving on the highway today, listening to some tunes and just thinking about life.  As usual, I had a cigar in my hand…puffing away.  I keep the drivers window down a bit when I am smoking in the car, and as I exhaled one time I saw the smoke cloud in the rearview mirror.  It made me smile because it reminded me of something my Father would say when he saw a car smoking.

“Looks like they are burning soft coal in the junker, not gasoline!”

It was a good memory.  And I wondered what people thought when they see that smoke billowing out of my car as it tools down the road?  Do they think I am burning soft coal also?