He was sitting outside his home on a tiny patio, wearing a fedora and smoking a cigar. He had a portable music player sitting beside him, and he looked as if he was enjoying the September sunshine about as much as anyone could.
'Good afternoon!' I said as I passed. 'Good afternoon!' he agreed. I don't smoke, but I like the smell of cigars. My grandpa smoked a cigar occasionally, and the smell of ci…