It has been a busy weekend and it is still not over.
Daughters, dogs, my son-in-law, and a friend or two dropped in.
There were always at least three conversations taking place simultaneously in the same room, a typical occurrence in my home when the family is together.
Elissa and Cole brought a few Esteban Carrerra “Mr. Brownstone” cigars from Columbia, (South Carolina, not the country) for my birthday.
(An interesting reference to heroin and a GNR song by the same name.)
Although it was a brisk evening, Cole, me and most of the six dogs present ventured out to the back deck after dinner to share a quiet moment.
There is something that happens to men when we get together with a cigar and an adult beverage.
We often discuss topics that normally don’t appear in our daily, casual conversations.
Topics that bond us over time and reveal who we really are.
I have been smoking the occasional cigar for longer than Cole has been alive and was able to share some tips with him, a relative newbie.
The women let us be last night
My son-in-law and I are learning about each other.
An exercise in non-toxic masculinity.
PS. . . Nice cigar for the guys out there that are so inclined. I would have given it a 9 for flavor, but the draw was a little tight.