I guess I'm officially a "Lunter" now.
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And no, I didn't mean to say lurker. According to the Urban Dictionary, "Lunting is a verb meaning to walk around while smoking a pipe. Tobacco was first brought to Europe by the Spanish in 1528 and the word ‘lunting’ is almost as old, first appearing somewhere around 1540 – 1550." How cool is that? The International Lunting Society is the brainchild of South Carolinian Scott Beidler and while membership is absolutely free, for a $5 donation you'll receive a cool vinyl sticker like the one shown in the pic below. There's also a donation level that includes a tee shirt. Check them out on https://www.lunting.org and on Twitter and Instagram at @LuntingSociety
Now I guess I need to light up and take a walk! Scott
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LoL The Urban Dictionary huh? You'll need skinny jeans and ironic glasses to go with your pipe if you really want to "lunt".
I remember seeing a thread recently about how to pass pipe smoking onto the next generation. Well, if pipe smokers remain hidden, then we're out of sight and out of mind of that next generation. One of the reasons I like the Lunting Society is that it gets pipe smokers out and about, and maybe generate some positive interest in the hobby.
I didn't grow up with a pipe smoker in my family, or have any legacy to claim with pipes. In fact, when I was younger, I was very adamant in being anti-all things tobacco. Why did that change? It was seeing the rare pipe smoker once or twice a year, going around town or walking their dog while smoking a pipe. I found myself fascinated by these people, as they didn't seem like the normal cigarette smokers I encountered every day. So that's why I try to smoke my pipe out in public, as someone might see me and decide to take a look into the hobby.
@motie2 I'm gonna reveal something I've seldom ever mentioned to anyone outside my family ... I'll turn 66 this year and I've never voted in a single election. Don't like politics, don't trust politicians, and could never find anyone worth getting behind 100%. And the ones who do get elected ... the one's I'm willing to give the benefit of the doubt and get behind them as every American should as ... well in the end they let me down in one way or another, justifying my original opinion of politicians. (Reminding me of a quote from the movie "Mysterious Island" when Captain Nemo explains to the castaways why he didn't reveal himself until the volcano began to erupt - his reason: "Contact with my species has always disappointed me.") The only time I came close to actually voting for President was when Ross Perot was running. But by the time his opponents and the media got through with him they made him look like a certifiable lunatic ... so he dropped out ... and I immediately tuned out, resigned to the fact that the American people would be left to vote once more for the lesser of two evils. I live in Indiana and usually by the time we get to vote in the Primaries after Super Tuesday, several politicians worth considering have already dropped out. Yet on actual Election Night five seconds after the Polls have closed in Indiana TV news stations announce the results of our state while others like Michigan, Ohio, Florida can drag on well into the night, hours after their Polls closed. Now I live in Indiana ... and no one can make me believe the people counting ballots in my state are so much more efficient than other states. So it always made me feel like voters in Indiana really didn't matter ... so I refuse to engage in all the political bickering that comes with each election cycle. My Mom would get so pissed at me and told me I had no reason to complain about who got elected if I didn't vote. Then I'd remind her ... I don't complain. I let you do it - like you always do when the guy you voted for isn't doing what you put him in office to do. (I'm using the term him rather than her because my Mom passed away before these last two elections). I do know one thing - this was the most polarizing Presidential Election in my lifetime - relationships have ended and longtime friends and family members refuse to talk to one another because of how they voted. Which is really sad.
I received my Lunting Certificate in the mail yesterday.
My blond walked in as I was reading it and just shook her head