When the son began to smoke, the father would stop by the shop, select a couple of cigars for himself and leave a cigar, he selected, to be given to his son when the son came by the shop.
Soon, father and son were smoking together at the tobacconist and often seen to be engaged in serious father/son conversation.
As time progressed, father and son would walk home together and continue their conversation on the front porch of their home, often joined by others from the tobacconist.
The wife and mother, who didn’t much care for cigar smoking, encouraged the practice and often put out snacks for the assembled smokers. When asked why she facilitated an activity she was not much in favour of, she responded, indicating how grateful she was that the mutual love of cigars had brought her husband and son together again.
I don’t know about you, but I don’t need another reason to have respect and affection for the genteel art of cigar smoking.
(The Arzt of Cigars)
Happy Father’s Day all, and enjoy a good cigar with your sons today.
Re-posted by permission of Mr. Arzt.