Crackberry Friday: Smoke

Picture it, P, T and A relaxing on the weathered gray deck, leaning on the white painted railing, chatting quietly as if loud noises might chase away the cigar smoke curling around their heads. The night is dark, the air is cool and slightly damp. Their brows in a state of relaxation not possible any other time but right here, right now.

There might be a pic here, there might not be. We'll see how it works out. Anyway, this is a pic of the guys smoking cigars on the deck. I thought about this post lat night as the smoke was wafting in my window. It wasn't a ton or anything, just enough to let some memories bubble up from the depths of my mind.

My Grandfather was a chain cigar smoker and my Dad enjoyed cigars as well. Both enjoyed smoking them out on the deck in the evening. It was a very always a comforting smell to me. Knowing that Dad was relaxing (he like me found it hard to do). I think it was when I same him most relaxed. Sometimes he would read a book if it was still light out but most of the time he would sit in one of the old captain's chairs and enjoy the evening cool.

P enjoys cigars and my brother T does as well and I like the fact that they seem to be continuing a tradition or maybe even paying homage to Grampy and Dad. Grampy after all, was the person who made coming to the Cape possible in the first place and Dad continued it.