Back around 2005 I gave my older brother some nice Cuban cigars; about twenty along with a humidor. One of which was an inaugural release of the Cohiba Siglo VI (NOV03 box code). Well, I was over at his house last night and he showed me how all of the cigars that he had left were water damaged from a leak at his house and moldy beyond salvaging. He said he was saving the better ones for a special occasion. We both agreed that special occasions should be every day. Lesson learned. 🌫

Live every day, like it's your last.
I have to remind myself to do this......pretty much daily......and I still tend to forget.

Screaming in pain, schitting yourself, getting pumped full of IV drugs, hooked up to machines that are barely keeping you alive, being surrounded by nurses and doctors yelling "CLEAR!" and shocking your chest with defib paddles?

Doesn't sound like good advice, bro! That's no way to live every day! 🇨🇮
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Heh.......Puddin........you know what I meant.
I've been around long enough now to have seen some really weird chit as far as life expectancy, sudden unwlecome surprises, defying the odds............ chain smoking alcoholics living into their 80s, health nuts falling face down, dead on their dinner table in their early 50s, etc.

My wife is convinced the Juan de Fuca is gonna shake soon anyways.........so no matter for me, I'll smoke and do what I like...........I'm not gonna make out of that one if it lets go big...

Let us all remember WWII veteran Richard Overton, who until a couple of months ago was still with us, at age 112. He had smoked 12 cigars a day for the previous NINETY (90) YEARS (that's about 400,000 cigars), drank whiskey and ate ice cream daily, etc.

Speaking of such things, this is unrelated to cigars, but it still blows my damned mind: In 1922, during the Warren Harding presidency and the Teapot Dome scandal, also the year Betty White was born, you could've walked into a certain barbershop and gotten a haircut from barber Anthony Mancinelli.

YOU STILL CAN TODAY! And, he still works FULL-TIME (40 HOURS PER WEEK)!

Some of his current customers' fathers, grandfathers and great-grandfathers all had their hair cut by him. Four generations!

He's 108 years old, was born in 1911 and started working as a barber at age 11, in 1922. Also, he recently proclaimed that he wants to reach a full 100 years of full-time barbering. Only 3 years from now, God willing, he actually will!

He has a very good chance of hitting that mark. He stands all day with no problem, has all his teeth and takes no medication. He reports having no aches or pains of any kind. He is self-sufficient, lives alone, cooks his own meals, does his own laundry, shopping and gardening, pays his own bills and drives himself to work every day. His current barbershop's owner said last year in a New York Times article:


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I swear I felt a tear swell in my eye when I read that Buckwheat.

It's not always easy to talk myself into reaching for something on the top shelf, so much money invested and some I just want to save for that special occasion... that special occasion is now, we didn't buy our smokes to look at brothers, smoke em if you got em!

Very well said. They'll make more.