A good story, coffee, and a cigarette

Something that I miss, that I had not expected I would miss, is buying a pack of cigarettes for my mom and dad when I went into a store. The clerks at the local stores all used to know exactly what cigarettes I would ask for when I went to purchase cigarettes, and on occasion mom or I would buy dad those small cigars, which he liked to smoke from time to time.

The smoke of a cigar is kind of like the scent of fresh brewed coffee for me, not in that cigars have a similar aroma to that of coffee or anything, but it reminds me of my dad sitting reading a novel. The three things that my dad was never without during most of my life were a novel to read, a cup of coffee, and a cigarette to smoke.