Sunday, July 31, 2011
My after Dinner Cigar
I always smoke whatever she picks, granted I don't have any bad sticks,but just the same. I cherish that few moments of time when the world stands still while Hannah picks a cigar for her Papa.
One time I remember Mimi (Hannah's grandma, my wife) followed us into the room, while Hannah was scanning back and forth each row with her little hand on her chin, thinking hhmmm which cigar should I pick for my Papa, Mimi said comeon hurry up Hannah. I raised my voice to Mimi and said NO NO NO.Leave her alone she knows what she's doing. Looking back at Hannah I said take your time. She resumed her search for just the perfect cigar,which I think ended up being a Monty #2. To this day 5years later, whenever she has a meal here with us she picks out my Cigar.