Went out to breakfast with my little girl, played baseball with her in the back yard until she somehow split the wiffle ball in half hitting it:
. Called my Dad and talked, smoked some good cigars watching the cards lose in 15 innings then grilled some steaks for the family
One thing I noticed today is sometimes when I smell a lit cigar it reminds me of my Dad. When I was a kid I vividly remember him smoking Fuentes and Punch (NC). I would read his copies of C.A wondering about cigars and how they could ever taste like the review said or reading the vendor catalogs that would come in and look at the pictures of all the boxes. Now I have my humidor and he has his, and while there are few sticks that we both have boxes of the best cigars I have ever smoked have been with him, regardless of what stash it came from.