A favorite moment.

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Personally, I can't think of a better way to end an evening than with a great cigar.

One of my best memories happened this past summer down in the Rio Grande Valley. I was sitting outdoors at a bookshop, reading as the sun was setting. I was smoking a Fuente Short Story and drinking a cup of coffee when a raucuous sound attracted my attention. I looked up at the power lines that ran next to the bookstore and they were covered with wild parrots heading to roost. For the next thirty minutes I watched that small flock, probably a significant portion of the remaining wild parrots in the US.

They were so different from the Grackles and Starlings you normally see. You could tell the pairs, they mate for life like Swans and a few others. Two would be sitting together and they constantly touched and preened each other. Small groups built up and it was as though they were catching up on the day's great events. There was never any pushing or shoving as you see in other birds, but it was definitely an event, more a party than a gathering.

After a while, no more birds arrived. Then, as suddenly as they had shown up, they all took off. They circled twice over head, and then flew off towards a tree line in the distance.

As I sat there finishing my cigar and coffee, the book now forgotten and set aside, I simply thanked God for showing me such a wonderful sight.

A good cup of coffee, a wonderful cigar and a great memory. What could make a better end to a day.
 
One of my finer moments when I started the day with a cigar…

There was this one day in the late spring of ’99 that stands out for me. It was a Monday morning. My alarm clock rang as I lay there in bed knowing it was just going to be one of those days. From the moment my feet hit the floor getting out of bed I knew I needed a break. Maybe it was because the day before I had spent a good part of the afternoon washing and cleaning the car. It was a new Corvette and the only miles on it were from going to/from work.

As I made it downstairs and gathered up my things to go to work I thought to heck with it. Instead of grabbing my briefcase I grabbed the sunglasses, got in the car and drove off to Newport (RI). The trip out was roughly three hours and by the time I got there it was around 10:30AM. The day was shaping up beautifully. The sky was partly cloudy with the temperature in the high sixties and climbing.

I crossed over the Newport Bridge and made my way down to Thames Street. There is a great cigar shop on Thames where America’s Cup Avenue and Thames meet. I picked up a Padron and headed over to the Brenton Point State Park on Ocean Drive. I parked the car right next to the street overlooking where the Narragansett Bay meets the Atlantic. There you have the park surrounding you from the rear and the vast nothingness of the ocean in front. It was gorgeous. I took the top off the car, stowed it in the back and sat back in the car to enjoy the scene and the cigar. I smoked that thing right down to where I was holding it. The day continued to warm up and the light ocean breeze was soothing. My head cleared up and most importantly, my cell phone was off.

When I finished the cigar I pulled out of the park and continued up Ocean Drive to Bellevue Avenue. There you will find the summer cottages of those from the Gilded Age. No sooner was I in Newport I was now heading back across that same bridge to go to work. I made it to work just in time to get a debriefing before everyone went home. It turned out the day went pretty quiet. All the machines worked fine, ammo got made and shipped out the door, and an article came out in one of the gun mags. It was a good day.
 
Came across this pic taken at the gunrange. Guns and cigars, what a fine combo :thumbsup:
 

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Fernando ---

Ya better hope no one from the govt looks at that picture --- seeing as you have an ILLEGAL Cohiba CUBAN in between your teeth!!!! :shock: :shock: :bolt:

Heck, in 1997 I was in Aruba and brought back QUITE a few cubans for friends --- I even found some cuban Davidov's --- I remember my ex worrying that the customs guys would go thru our bags (I had them stuffed into shoes and capped the shoes with socks!) I took off all the rings and had declared them as dominican cigars.

Only bag that got searched was a carry-on that had some late found Punch Punch cigars that I had removed the rings from --- they took em out --- looked--- and gave em back to me :lol:

Mike
 
Yes mike, but look, it's not lit, therefore he can claim it was a movie prop and that he never really benefited from possessing it. :D