cigars

My Dad was a cigar/pipe guy. He saved the good cigars for after dinner. He was not a big drinker, but one of the memories that roll thru my head was him sitting out by the pool, with a cigar and a 7 & 7 in his hand, just relaxing. I spent every summer with him driving around NJ in his 72 Datsun doing estimates for his gutter business. He used to torture me when I pissed him off, which was on a regular basis. He would take the window crank off of the right door, put the a/c on recirc and light up one of those stinky *** Garcia Vegas, the ones in the light brown plastic tube. I am laughing so hard right now my sides hurt.....Thanks for stoking up the memory.....