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June 2008
The Ultimate Personal Humidor?
Posted: Jun 24, 2008 10:08am ET
I’m jealous. I recently visited what has to be the ultimate home humidor. Recently I flew to Nashville, Tennessee, to meet with the principals of C.A.O. International Inc. Nashville is a great place, lush and green, full of trees, with a hip downtown powered by the city’s music business.
Caught in a Storm
Posted: Jun 17, 2008 11:19am ET
I zipped up the flap on my tent, put my left arm over my young son and covered him up as best I could. The orange tent glowed from the lightning bolts above and thunder cracked far too close outside. We were on an island.
I Love the Smell of Ligero in the Morning
Posted: Jun 13, 2008 10:13am ET
I usually start my day with a cup of black coffee. But I recently tried a much more potent pick me up—a trio of cigars made of straight ligero, which I smoked at 10 a.m. and chased with a bracing cup of espresso.
Reliving My Youth
Posted: Jun 3, 2008 10:48am ET
My right knee is throbbing, my shins are swollen and both feet are sore. Why? I joined a few friends on Sunday and played soccer for a couple of hours. It’s been about a year since I’d played, and much, much longer since I played regularly.
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