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I barely grok the obvious
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I was a little kid, five, living in Havana, Cuba in 1956. In the dusk evening breeze the family would all sit out on the front porch to talk and have coffee after dinner. Small groups of men would be walking up and down the street with bowties hanging from open-necked guyaberas; many of them were smoking cigars. The smoke would drift up and over to the porch where I sat each each night and, to this day, I remember it as the sweetest and most enticing smell.
Whatever they were smoking had me hooked 60 years ago. Well, that and Nubs.
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