Nice looking pipe. Growing up in and living way out in the country during the sixties and early seventies, I sat around the old black men that lived next door to us and as they chewed the fat, talked and smoked out of those old pipes they made, I sat there mesmerized as any youngin would be of the day, living way out out in the country growing up poor. As most things in life we only grow to appreciate the old memories once we ourselves get old. I loved to take my old redtick English dogs out coon hunting with them and sitting around a fire as they smoked their pipes waiting on a tree. Now in my older days I have the yearning to smell that old smoke and once again taste of it myself. Thank you very much for bringing back those memories.
Jeff