Last night I helped a friend savor his waning hours of freedom. He was able to eat as many chicken wings as he wanted and afterward we settled in a bar where we smoked long cigars and my friend got a little silly on $12-a-glass scotch.
I haven't smoked a cigar in years. I can still taste it today. And my lungs hurt when I resumed running, thanks to the break in the heatwave. I used to smoke cigars quite a bit. Back when it was trendy, I'm afraid to say. Yuck.
His wedding is tomorrow. Allie and I bought him and his wife a nice present.