This week I started on a gut-rehab of my house. First task is to insulate the basement, which of course means cleaning out the basement. So today I cart out four years worth of spent cigar boxes to the fire pit. Before tossing the boxes I would pull the lid off the SLBs and open the dressed boxes, thinking they would burn more quickly. Half way through, I flip open the lid on a box of Bolivars, lo and behold there's a cigar sticking it's head out from behind the liner: the very last of a splendid box of Boli Corona Extras.
In the scheme of things its a really small thing.
But,
Ask me if I'm a happy man.
Alan