. . . And Things Were Discussed

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.

Important things.


Things were discussed.


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.



About Ray V.

Living between Aiken & Charleston,, South Carolina, USA, I like to share what I am looking at, thinking about or listening to. I refer to this as the view out my window. Thanks for stopping by.
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11 Responses to . . . And Things Were Discussed

  1. Happy Birthday Ray. I haven’t smoked since 1 October 2000, but I can still smell that cigar!

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    • Ray V. says:

      A cigarette has never touched my lips, but I have been known to enjoy a pipe or cigar now and then. A good, manly smell

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    • Like you Peter, I started smoking at 14 and stopped when we moved here 42 years ago. However, before finally quitting, I swapped to those little cigars with a neat holder.Then my best friend told me that I smelled bad!!
      I still love the smell of a cigar (not cigarettes) and I adore pipe smoke, reminds me of my dad, he smoked a pipe for most of his life.

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  2. P & J says:

    So happy to see you enjoying your new son-in-law. A boy at last! Happy Birthday! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Ahh – Male bonding, over here you’d do it at the pub!

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  4. Birthday on Saturday? Happy Birthday Ray!

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