I was mowing the grass this afternoon when my son Hunter got home. "Hey, Pops! Can I get you anything?" In the back of my mind I was thinking "Yeah, you can get your ass behind this mower", but instead I replied "Grab me a cigar and a beer". He brought me both, and he'd even cut the cigar. It didn't have a band on it, so I thought he'd grabbed one out of the "cheapo bundle humidor". The cigar was better than I expected. When I finished the yard and the cigar and went back inside, I found the band and the cap sitting on my desk: