I have a good smoke story. I was fixing my Jeep yesterday afternoon, the light switch had broken the night before so instead of tempting fate I thought I would fix it and not drive in the dark. I removed the ashtray and started to look through the hundreds of ring bands I had put in their over the years. I remembered several special occasions which had slipped my memory until then. It was a great blast from the past. I unhooked my light switch got a jolt from hell and noticed the wires starting to catch fire. I was lucky my smoking friend Dink (that is actually his name, great friend) disconnected the battery and saved the car, the bands and myself from a fiery death. I wonder if I would burn evenly or not. I hope to never find out. Afterwards we shared a cigar and I have a new ring to add to the collection of memories.
