12 Days to Go

With 12 days remaining before our trip to France, this morning I was greeted by this construction sign at Denver's leading slacker coffee shop, Paris on the Platte, the only place around where I can enjoy my liturgical weekly Camel. I began this habit with the late Tom Auer, publisher of The Bloomsbury Review, when we used to have coffee once a week. One day, after not smoking for 20-plus years, I asked for one of his Camel blunts. Tom was a tall, rare man of integrity and kindness, and my weekly cigarette always summons his presence.
