This was one of my personal reading goals. Finish Barack Obama’s autobiography Dreams from My Father. I think this is a good start to a morning read over a hot cup. Especially because I had to old skool it and brew it over the stovetop. Thus far, his father threatened a guy over his smoking pipe. Dude dropped it off a cliff from coughing. He wanted to “…teach the chap a lesson about the proper care of other people’s property!”
My brother gave me my pipe…so I get it. It’s a nice one to from when he first moved to Colorado. I’d probably do the same. I don’t want a REPLACEMENT…I want MY pipe. …and I’ll smoke to that statement.
**when you put sugar in your coffee, it’s still black. Just sweeter when it goes down**