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Editor’s Desk

Editor's Desk

We have a new editor named William Nelson working with us, but we call him Cliff because he sometimes gets a distant, unfocused look in his eyes as if thinking about how enticing it might be to just give in and jump off a cliff, which is impressive because it usually takes a couple of […]

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Saving hundreds from certain death

Saving hundreds from certain death

People often ask me, “Chuck, how can someone so gifted be so modest?” and I always answer, “How dare you speak to me?” It’s difficult to believe that someone as superior as I am could be so modest, but my humility is just a small part of my impressiveness, because I’m also movie-star handsome. Women […]

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Barbarians and their mates

Barbarians and their mates

My wife invited a couple she met at her church to our home the other night. I say “her” church because it’s not mine. Even though I accompany her occasionally, and for a few years attended often, my own belief system differs significantly from hers. She thinks I’m a barbarian dirtbag, I think she’s a […]

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A heroic quest

A heroic quest

Recently I visited a friend in the hospital. He was having brain surgery (he came out fine, except he now claims not to recognize me—which I think is pure opportunism on his part) and was expected to be in the operating room four or five hours. I knew I’d want a pipe or two while […]

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Happy Holidays

Happy Holidays

My childhood holiday memories are filled with ghost stories. The family usually gathered at my grandfather’s farmhouse, with the aunts and uncles in the kitchen and Grandpa and the 10 Tobys (all of Grandpa’s dogs were named Toby) in the family room with all the young cousins. Grandpa would tell his horrifying stories as shadows […]

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Survival instinct

Survival instinct

A recent brush with tornados here in North Carolina made me realize it was time to stop procrastinating and make sure my pipes were insured, so I called my insurance agent, Bill. It took a few minutes to convince him I was serious. “So these are wooden instruments,” he said, “that you fill with tobacco […]

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A nice Virginia/Perique blend

A nice Virginia/Perique blend

It was a typical Saturday. I’d been meandering through the house smoking a pipe and carrying a toolbox, trying to look like I was accomplishing something with door hinges or stair rails so my wife wouldn’t give me a real assignment, like digging out the driveway’s drainage pipe or doing battle with the Screaming Peruvian […]

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