"...part of the ritual."

Finally the word I was looking for. For me it's the ritual within the ritual. I can't prep my tobacco or smoke a bowl without thinking of my Uncle Jack, a proud Irishman. God I loved him.

I was going to save this for St. Patrick's day, but with the esophageal cancer and heart attacks and what all else, who knows if I'll make it. You never know when He's coming back, or when you're leaving.

Pretty Green Hills
https://youtu.be/5GvIR_uU_xA



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Smoke your pipe and be silent;there is only wind and smoke in the world. Irish Proverb

Last edited by lonesome roads; 11/20/15 10:12 PM.