Goff or no goff.

I still suck at golf, but I’m doing better I think. I drove my car to work thinking that four of us were going to play golf but two bailed. We were stuck with two other guys who turned out to be really pleasant to golf with.

Driving also meant I could unload some of my dad’s stuff. I saw a guy smoking a pipe on my way into work and I asked him if he could use some old pipes and pipe stands. Turns out he does some refinishing of old pipes so he was happy to take them. I was thinking of keeping some of my dad’s smoking paraphernalia — like taking his old pipe box and making some other sort of fountain pen case or something out of it — but I realized it all smelled awful and we really didn’t like it when he smoked. So off it went. The guy turned out to be a little odd, but I hope he’ll get to use the stuff. Better than just throwing it away.

Oh, I do have some smoking paraphernalia that I did keep: his lighters. They don’t smell as bad and I can be a good Boy Scout pyromaniac again (if only they had lighter fluid in them.)