I’m a wee bit late on posting this, but I don’t care. If you have a problem you can just put it in your pipe and smoke it. Literally.
As is customary with most smokers, my sister-in-law and I sat down after Thanksgiving dinner and lit one up before tackling the mound of dirty dishes. We chatted about how great the food was and how grateful we were. I then wondered, if after the First Thanksgiving, the Indians passed the peace pipe with the Pilgrims as their bellies settled?
My niece, K, (isn’t she gorgeous?)…
…who turned 17 on Thanksgiving this year, decided to share a birthday present she received from one of her friends. It was a hookah pipe; which she claimed she would not smoke tobacco out of because she was not old enough and especially not cannabis, as it is illegal (yeah, and pigs fly). Anyhoo, we said bring it on.
Here’s Rose (SIL’s grandmother) checking it out with her great granddaughter.
Rose: “Dear Lord child, what is that contraption?!?”
K: “It’s a hookah pipe, try it.”
Rose: “I will Not be trying that, and neither will your grandfather!”
Now out of a group of twenty odd people my sister-in-law and I were the only smokers, but it was amazing how many wanted to ‘pass the peace pipe’ knowing it was only filled with a watermelon flavored herbal concoction.
In fact, here’s my MIL and BIL partaking:
After almost everyone tried it (including my father!), Rose remained adamant. There was no way on God’s green earth that she or her husband Hank, were going to participate.
…a voice from the family room whispered, “Pass it over here, Honey, I’ll give that thing a try.” And to Rose’s dismay, Hank joined in.
Now in years to come and as memories fade, I may not remember if the turkey was moist or who made the pumpkin pie.
I won’t recall whether there was snow on the ground or if the temperature was mild.
And I’m sure I’ll overlook that I probably gained 5 pounds.
But the one thing I’ll never forget is…