Out of the Humidor
From the Print Edition:
John Travolta, Jan/Feb 99
As a cigar smoker for over 40 years, I have great joy in reading your fine magazine and especially reading "Out of the Humidor." It appears that cigar smokers are a tight-knit band of folks who can enjoy the pleasures of cigars and the different social opportunities afforded by cigars, despite the big, bad social police.
I recently took a client to Pro Players Park in Miami to see Mark McGwire and the Cards battle our failing Marlins. It was a night to remember! After a light dinner we smoked a cigar on the drive to the park. I told my client that if McGwire tied Hack Wilson's National League single-season homerun record, I would have a surprise for him. Well, not only did McGwire hit number 56, he also hit number 57. After the game I broke out some brand new Montecristos I had just brought back from Costa Rica. A glorious way to finish a historic night.
This evening was much like last October, when as season-ticket holders we in south Florida were treated to the Marlins being in the World Series. I attended game seven with a crew that included a doctor, dentist, lawyer, physicist, geologist, engineer, stockbroker and a retired gent. Hardly the types that fit the social police's stereotype of tailgaters. Each of us was assigned a chore for the party. My chore was to bring the cigars, while others had less important jobs, such as bringing the food and fire and drinks. Needless to say, we were thrilled when the Marlins pulled the game out in the bottom of the 11th inning. After the game, while basking in the glow of a special night, I passed out the Montecristos--a fitting way to end a perfect night.
Boynton Beach, Florida
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I am a 24-year-old up-and-coming professional in the financial industry who had--until recently--been concentrating on my career, preparing to obtain my MBA in finance, and smoking cigars (of course). In the hustle and bustle of everyday life, I had forgotten how precious family and friends are to me.
In June 1998 my father passed away at the age of 67. He was truly a great man, husband, father and Opa [grandfather]. Essentially, my world was torn asunder. Fortunately, God has blessed me with a strong family and close friends.
After the passing of my father, I dreaded being alone with my thoughts because I would always review in my head the things I would have liked to have told my father before he passed away. Basic things such as "I love you" and "Thank you for everything."
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