NullSmurf
Das Bruce
Oscar was a "bed rubber" in the marble quarries of Proctor Vermont from the end of WWII till he passed away in 1989. I got to meet him, but regretfully, not to know him. Because of him, my wife likes the smell of my cigars - at least most of them.
Oscar was a cigar smoker. Not like us, actually, but of White Owls. I'm sure he did have a good cigar now and then, but Oscar was a simple, working man. White Owls met his needs. I'll bet he developed a taste when they were all but free to servicemen in Europe when he was there fighting the Nazis.
Regardless, he smoked them in his home. Some of my wife's fondest memories involved visits to his home and the smell of the cigars. Today, the odor reminds here of her childhood and of Uncle Oscar. Thanks, old man. I owe you one!
Oscar was a cigar smoker. Not like us, actually, but of White Owls. I'm sure he did have a good cigar now and then, but Oscar was a simple, working man. White Owls met his needs. I'll bet he developed a taste when they were all but free to servicemen in Europe when he was there fighting the Nazis.
Regardless, he smoked them in his home. Some of my wife's fondest memories involved visits to his home and the smell of the cigars. Today, the odor reminds here of her childhood and of Uncle Oscar. Thanks, old man. I owe you one!