#FarrisStory: Sharing Cigars With Dad

"I remember my Dad sitting down after dinner and a long day to smoke a King Edward cigar. I used to sneak one out and go smoke it in the woods or special hiding spot. I never knew that he always knew how many sticks were in the box. Later I learned that he and Mom could smell the smoke on my clothes.
As I grew in my knowledge and taste, Dad and I would set out on the front porch in Kentucky and share a bourbon, cigar and talk about life." - Jerry from Boise, ID