It’s warm today, as it tends to be in new Spring. There’s a strong crosswind that plays against the tepid face of the early evening. There’s no traffic; it’s a peaceful enough for a drive, and that’s exactly what we did, Shelly and I. We cruised down Miracle Mile looking for an early dinner, while listening to Cat Steven’s 1971 album Teaser and The Firecat. It fit well. Also well fit was the bowl of Virginia Cut Plug (Fribourg & Treyer) I smoked out of a Peterson billiard as we kept peeled eyes on strange locals and chance for dinner while we listened to The Wind.
Ted Swearingen
In the Land of Pipe Smoke