Here's the staff of the local pipe & tobacco shop, Jon's Pipe Shop in Champaign, Illinois. It's an oasis filled with some of the most precious fruits of civilization - tobacco, pipes, cigars and cigarettes, and even (back in the day) vile Soviet "Kazak" cigarettes from, if I recall correctly, Tobacco Factory Number 5 in Moscow. Apparently, Cossaks are Russia's cowboys, judging by the heroic horse-riding figure pictured on the boxes of those wretched things.
Mrs. Callahan, the mother of proprietor Patrick and a fellow parishioner of ours, is a grand lady with a million stories and a sleek white Camaro. You can catch a glimpse of her on this page.
My pipes come from their collection of reconditioned estate pipes (i.e. someone died and Jon's bought the pipes at the estate sale), and I smoke Stonehenge, one of their house tobaccos, and Schimmelpenninck cigars.
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