Yes, sometimes all it takes is an afternoon on the Tyrrhenian with a corn cob pipe (from Washington, Missouri) and and some toasted cavendish tobacco (from the rich soil of Virginia) and that much might never change.
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Remember your post about the Padderborn priest that lived 2 or 3 miles from my home? Well here is another coincidence... I used to work on the railroad and I serviced that pipe company, i.e., I put railroad cars in and out of their tracks along the main line that I worked from St. Louis to Jefferson City, MO. don Jeffry
The only problem is the shameless people on the beach. You really have to go early to find a spot where no moral risks are involved.
trains, cool! great pipes, and cheap (i actually got mine in rome for just 9 euro)!
as for the beach, moms and babies go in the morning here. this time of the year i like to go at 6 or 7 pm when the beach has emptied out.
Yes, how right you are - about your choice of tobacco I mean.
A. Puff
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