Out of the Humidor
From the Print Edition:
Arnold Schwarzenegger, Summer 96
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Name withheld by request
Upon finishing the Spring 1996 issue of Cigar Aficionado, I felt the urge to have a late-night smoke. My choice on this early March evening was a Partagas 150th Anniversary robusto, which was buried deep in my already crowded humidor. These cigars are so enjoyable that I am almost afraid to smoke them, knowing that when my small supply runs out there will be no more. But with a warm breeze moving through the air, a fiery full moon in the sky and my favorite chair waiting, I felt this was a perfect time to smoke one of these gems. So with cigar in hand, and one of my favorite Bruce Springsteen CDs, I headed outside for that favorite chair.
As the music played and the warm breeze blew, I savored every draw I took, while watching the thin clouds move gently across an almost florescent moon. As I smoked my way through one of the most relaxing 30 minutes of my life, I could not help but think what a great country we live in. A place where freedom, coupled with great opportunity, make America the greatest country in the world. And as I took the last draw from the cigar, which by now was down to my fingertips, I could only think about how fortunate I was to live in the U.S.A.
Glenn W. Fleming
Greensboro, North Carolina
Several weeks ago, while attempting to pay a luncheon bill in New York City, the waiter told me my American Express card had expired. Since I have been a member in good standing since 1970, I searched my wallet for my current card--but to no avail. I therefore paid the bill with another card and immediately called American Express for my current card.
I was astonished to learn I had been purged from the file because I had not used my card in a while.
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