Hi All,

Just my monthly poke in to keep you informed on what is going on with the club. First, I hope all faired well with that terrible hurricane that hit us last week. I was fortunate and only lost one plastic patio chair and a few corn stalks. Good thing was the corn was salvageable and I had it tonight with dinner, the chair is another story.
I was wondering the process of making corn cob pipes while I was devouring the sugar filled kernels. Then I remembered that there was a package in the foyer waiting for me. If you recall at our last meeting, I thought it would be a good idea for a member to bring in a portion of tobacco so each of us could try their favorite or “go-to” blend. I hope to do this quarterly and in response to Nelson being the first member to volunteer I bought 15 corn cob pipes for us to sample his ultimate blend in. Remember all should participate and we won’t know what blend it is until later in the evening. I have a feeling this is going to be a lot of fun and what could be better way to get to know a club member just a little bit better.
It was great to see The Man, The Myth, The Legend – Andy Camire live and in person at the last meeting. Those of you who do not know Andy - should! He is an all-around good guy and well versed and respected in all aspects of the pipe community through out the Galaxy and beyond. Not to mention a member of the club since it’s beginnings way back in the late 1980’s. Hope to see him more often at our regular meetings.
Sincere thanks to Andy and Tim for surprising me with a couple tins of my very own “Unicorn Blend” You guys have no idea how much that meant to me.
President’s raffle will be easy this month. All members who smoke a corn cob pipe during the meeting will receive an extra raffle ticket for a chance.

Be well, Stay cool, Kevin

“Thank you -- very informative.” Judge Millstone said. “I read in the paper, the young officer Simmons passed away. I understand he was shot outside your office. Tell me more about that.”

“Respectively, Sir, I cannot. All I can tell you is that he is not dead. It’s all tied into the attempts on my life and this case. To tell you more will jeopardize Simmons’ life.”

“All right, Chief Investigator. I’ll accept that. But, when this is over, I want the full story.”

On the way out, Allan said, “That wasn’t bad. I thought you might get a good chewing-out for something, Boss.”

“No. Despite the judge’s abruptness, likely caused by being so busy, he is a good and reasonable man. Now, how about Angelo’s for lunch?”

The car headed out, traveled to Hanover Street, turned left onto Prince, and stopped at Angelo’s, Allan’s favorite restaurant.