Tonight, Saturday, the memories of smoke have turned the clock up to ten and a half an hour past that.
What shall I smoke to add to those memories that push the hands of time, that edge me forward to gatherings of the leaf and to new experiences with this plant that is grown around the world in tropical zones that band the planet.
My humidor is at it most full state. My Gurkha traveling case has 30 cigars plus two on the edge. The humidor won in a drawing at the Montecristo Cigar Club in Cocoa, Florida, has about 20 Dominicans that I picked up for a song. I have two Vanderburgh One single-stick humidors, loaded. Thursday, at our cigar meeting, I won four Nubs, bought a Montecristo Classic and an Aladino, was given a Gurkha cigar by my waitress, and was given a HVC Edicion Especial by one of our speakers.
That's a tough choice for me. I get so emotional when given a cigar, and I want to smoke it then or soon in order to reciprocate the kindness of the gift.
The time is late.
Again, I defer to darkness, to fatigue, and to questions swirling in my head with memories of wisps of smoke: how do I show respect in a time of disrespect.
Take care of yourself, of the leaf in your trust, of the loved ones under your protection.
My name is Kit, and this is my call.
Christopher's Call
Saturday, May 4, 2019
Thursday, January 2, 2014
What's the Twitter on Cigars?
When I first set up my Facebook and website for my book, Spanish Cedar, I felt I knew the purpose of each. As I saw Twitter's social media growth, I was unsure on how to incorporate this brief moment of text into what I saw as a more thoughtful and reflective process. After all, how reflective can we be constantly checking for Twitter feed or continually typing our thumbprint into the world?
I decided my Twitter would be run as a form
of diary or journal, a posting of significant events in a continuum. As such,
it became unimportant to me that I tweet every hour or day; as noted in my book,
when I am with a cigar, typically I am reading, writing, talking, or reflecting
on that cigar. I am in the moment with the company who sit in the lounge with
me or the landscaping of the area around my veranda. Tweeting interrupts that
calming time of day.
Tonight, for example, I will be at Murdocks, a restaurant in
Cocoa, Florida, for the monthly Montecristo Cigar Club meeting. I will have a merlot and
a stick (brand of each to be decided later). I will not feel impelled to Tweet
any of the details in the meeting. Instead, later, or much later, I will look
back and carefully choose the words to properly represent the evening and the
mood, and then I will Tweet.
A poem may follow, but that will come from a different part
of the mind for a different purpose that the reader will decide has value or
not as they read it without Twitter and Tweets. The decision will involve thoughts and feelings not compressed into 140
characters.
And that’s my call.
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Enjoying a good cigar is an art.
Art is a support system for life…and enjoying a good
cigar is an art.
“…put your desk in the corner, and every time you sit
down there to write, remind yourself why it isn’t in the middle of the room.
Life isn’t a support-system for art. It’s the other way around.” Stephen King On
Writing
For a long time, writing was the center of my life. I
wrote about all I encountered and much of what I thought. High school. College.
Army. Work. Home. All were locations and channels for my thoughts placed on
paper. I carried books and paper with me everywhere. Read and write. Write and
read. These were my passions. I started to shift my paradigm when my middle
school son said, “Dad, do you have to take the books into the movie theater?”
No. I didn’t. After two divorces and five job firings in three careers over 20
years, I realized there were lots of places I didn’t need to carry books and
paper. In fact, I realized that writing wasn’t the center of my life. My family
was. It is, and it remains so.
My son and I talk more, my wife and I have been married
for more than 18 years, and I retired from teaching to spend time with family
and to write. My first book comes out in November: Spanish Cedar.
That brings up another matter. What supports life, what
fuels us, and what brings us joy? If we cannot define that, we will have a
rough time until we do, for without the clear idea of what brings us joy and
peace of mind, our personal lives and careers will be in turmoil.
I picked up a cigar for the first time in the Army. I
don’t know the occasion, but the military was an alone time for me. As noted above,
I was not building relationships, but I was writing a lot. A cigar or three
from the base exchange lasted me a weekend; weekdays were exhausting. I parked
in a café with a cup of coffee or a bottle of Lancers, dropped a quarter in the
juke box, lit a stick and wrote. Hour after hour. The drink, music, stick, pen,
and paper were my best companions for a year or two.
The cigar went out when I got married and remarried and
remarried. But one evening, twenty years later, my wife suggested a light up at
a friend’s party, and I began this quiet journey of contemplation with rolled
leaf in hand.
My poetry is about these ideas of relationships with
loved ones and strangers, with cigars and the paraphernalia of the ritual, and
with specific cigars and their homes. Think about it. Welcome conversations and
writings into your homes and businesses. Embrace the connections between your
world and experiences and those of your friends and strangers you meet along
the paths you travel. Consider the many ways of communication available to us
today, but never forget it begins with the eye contact and the handshake and
the hug.
That’s my call.
Sunday, October 27, 2013
The world curling and uncurling around us
We could gain much by observing the world. Although Thoreau managed to move to the edge of the world and do his observations from an idyllic Walden Pond, we don't have to do as much. We could, but we don't have to. A world of beauty wraps around us daily. Colors and shapes and forms and behaviors and scents and flavors are open to each of us.
Yesterday, I lit up a Turano Vault at a local cigar lounge. The poetry from this stick wandered all over creation, but it caught the corner of this idea of noticing what occurs around us. Not dissing theaters and the ubiquitous electronics which put us in touch with virtual people, our world, physical and available, sits right here.
For me, enjoying a stick means giving it the time to tell its story.
See if this works for you:
...
Zen involves much, and I am not qualified to give lessons, but becoming the smoke and feeling its way around the filler to find you... Life doesn't get better. T. H. White in the Once and Future King delightfully has Arthur doing this in order to become a better ruler, in order to understand people and all of life. Persig's Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance also covers this well.
That's my call.
Yesterday, I lit up a Turano Vault at a local cigar lounge. The poetry from this stick wandered all over creation, but it caught the corner of this idea of noticing what occurs around us. Not dissing theaters and the ubiquitous electronics which put us in touch with virtual people, our world, physical and available, sits right here.
For me, enjoying a stick means giving it the time to tell its story.
See if this works for you:
The Sight, The Story
by Christopher Robin Adams
The Vault is lit. Blend D-042.
Its flavor tickles my palate.
I hold it away from me.
Level.
From the foot,
pushed wild by 800 C heat,
smoke moves upward,
then Clairol-curls and waves,
tumbling skyward
in reverse gravity.
From the clipped end,
cool and clinging,
smoke slides out,
follows the stick around its nub ,
sticking close to the wrapper,
then eases skyward.
Funny, I smile to myself.
The story unfolds within me:
the smoke expects my lips,
wants to please me,
hangs around to visit,
but, finally disappointed,
leaves.
...
Zen involves much, and I am not qualified to give lessons, but becoming the smoke and feeling its way around the filler to find you... Life doesn't get better. T. H. White in the Once and Future King delightfully has Arthur doing this in order to become a better ruler, in order to understand people and all of life. Persig's Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance also covers this well.
That's my call.
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Paradigm shifts are difficult.
They don't just involve putting a new idea or a new fact in the mind; they involve an entirely new way of viewing the world and how it relates to the individual shifting.
I am reminded of a bicycle shop our bank financially backed in Kansas City, Missouri. I visited Robert on his Grand Opening and admired a large display of flowers. The open card said, "Congratulations on becoming a capitalist!" I asked him about this odd comment, about what he had been before. "A communist," he replied a little shyly, a little hesitantly.
This is a paradigm shift. His work as a Gitane rep for some ten years had him traveling the nation. Bicycles were his life and love, but I believe the biking community was more so. Now that changed. He still took his revamped bus filled with bikes and bikers to Iowa for the cross-state event, but he did so with a new awareness: who would run the shop, how much would he lose if he closed, did his last order get in, and who would he meet on this trip who will understand him and his responsibilities? Now he had inventory and sales, and now I became a closer friend than before. Imagine that, his brother must have thought: Robert has to meet with his banker.
Spanish Cedar is causing this shift in me. I have more of an understanding of writers before me: Poe and Wilde living high and low and trying to keep their artistic integrity while writing for a public who would buy their books. They had to know publishers and be able to debate the merits of their writing on one factor: would it sell? Would the publisher make money? Would the writer be able to pay his bills?
Now I must take time off from writing, my love, to get to know a wider range of those who will see my book, who will read my book, and who will (hopefully) buy my book. I reach out more now than I have before to those lighting up a maduro in the next chair, those asking about the choice between an Oliva and a Drew Estate. I have met the owners of the eight lounges I visit each month, and we have discussed not only cigars, but how my book might help them and help me at the same time; each of us recognizes the balance we are aiming for: a mutual relationship between vendor and retailer where both grow for the long range benefit of both.
While I was in a signal battalion in the Army for two years, managed a main frame for a marketing group for five years, and taught for a virtual school for eight years, I did not consider myself a techie; I turned to others for help and support. Now I am mastering the blog (you are here!), the Twitter world, Facebook, LinkedIn, and my website.
Three years ago, this was not my plan, but I am a writer, and if I want my ideas to travel beyond me and the cigar lounge in which I sit, if I want to realize income from the one area in life I believe I have mastered and yet still learn and grow with, then I need to learn how writing moves commercially and the pathway to a successful release.
A paradigm shift is difficult, and that's my call.
They don't just involve putting a new idea or a new fact in the mind; they involve an entirely new way of viewing the world and how it relates to the individual shifting.
I am reminded of a bicycle shop our bank financially backed in Kansas City, Missouri. I visited Robert on his Grand Opening and admired a large display of flowers. The open card said, "Congratulations on becoming a capitalist!" I asked him about this odd comment, about what he had been before. "A communist," he replied a little shyly, a little hesitantly.
This is a paradigm shift. His work as a Gitane rep for some ten years had him traveling the nation. Bicycles were his life and love, but I believe the biking community was more so. Now that changed. He still took his revamped bus filled with bikes and bikers to Iowa for the cross-state event, but he did so with a new awareness: who would run the shop, how much would he lose if he closed, did his last order get in, and who would he meet on this trip who will understand him and his responsibilities? Now he had inventory and sales, and now I became a closer friend than before. Imagine that, his brother must have thought: Robert has to meet with his banker.
Spanish Cedar is causing this shift in me. I have more of an understanding of writers before me: Poe and Wilde living high and low and trying to keep their artistic integrity while writing for a public who would buy their books. They had to know publishers and be able to debate the merits of their writing on one factor: would it sell? Would the publisher make money? Would the writer be able to pay his bills?
Now I must take time off from writing, my love, to get to know a wider range of those who will see my book, who will read my book, and who will (hopefully) buy my book. I reach out more now than I have before to those lighting up a maduro in the next chair, those asking about the choice between an Oliva and a Drew Estate. I have met the owners of the eight lounges I visit each month, and we have discussed not only cigars, but how my book might help them and help me at the same time; each of us recognizes the balance we are aiming for: a mutual relationship between vendor and retailer where both grow for the long range benefit of both.
While I was in a signal battalion in the Army for two years, managed a main frame for a marketing group for five years, and taught for a virtual school for eight years, I did not consider myself a techie; I turned to others for help and support. Now I am mastering the blog (you are here!), the Twitter world, Facebook, LinkedIn, and my website.
Three years ago, this was not my plan, but I am a writer, and if I want my ideas to travel beyond me and the cigar lounge in which I sit, if I want to realize income from the one area in life I believe I have mastered and yet still learn and grow with, then I need to learn how writing moves commercially and the pathway to a successful release.
A paradigm shift is difficult, and that's my call.
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Spanish Cedar saves cigars and ...
I am new.
Dickens opened Tale of Two Cities with "It was the best of times; it was the worst of times." When turbulent times threaten to toss us over, we can say it is the end of us (the worst of times), or we can say it is a new beginning (the best of times). Like the glass half full or half empty, the events are the same; the perception differs.
I am new, so my first blog entry was a mistake. It announced my new book, but a blog isn't the place for that. A blog is a value added entry to a website, to a core business. It is giving with minimal expectation of receiving. If the public finds blog entries credible, a conversation begins, a relationship begins, and trust can be built.
I have relationships with the cashiers and staff at my Publix, at my Atlantic Pack and Parcel, at my Cuban American Barbershop. I don't collect information from a beachside merchant and then purchase the product online to save money.
Yes, I have ideas. Yes, I write poetry. Yes, I have collected some poems and put them in a book to sell and make money. However, I am a retired teacher, and my most boring professor once said, "The exam is not the end of the learning; it is part of the process." The same can be said of the sale of a book, of any product.
I am helping people look at the world in a different way. I am working with my experience with cigars and with writing, and I am offering those insights to others in a book...in my website...in my Facebook page...and in this blog. As we get to know each other, I hope to be invited to speak at cigar bars and lounges around Florida and elsewhere. I hope to sell some books. Most of all, though, I hope others will see that they can reach out to others and help them, just as I wrote a year ago in this poem:
===
I keep copies of this poem and give them to people who help me. Waiters. Waitresses. Wait staff. Clerks. Plumbers. Folks who in the day to day work for a living often incur inconvenience from the norms of their jobs. Many assume that's the breaks of the city. Perhaps it is, but I can still be nice. I can still say "Thank you" even though I am paying for the service.
I hope these comments are helpful.
This is Kit, and this is my call.
Dickens opened Tale of Two Cities with "It was the best of times; it was the worst of times." When turbulent times threaten to toss us over, we can say it is the end of us (the worst of times), or we can say it is a new beginning (the best of times). Like the glass half full or half empty, the events are the same; the perception differs.
I am new, so my first blog entry was a mistake. It announced my new book, but a blog isn't the place for that. A blog is a value added entry to a website, to a core business. It is giving with minimal expectation of receiving. If the public finds blog entries credible, a conversation begins, a relationship begins, and trust can be built.
I have relationships with the cashiers and staff at my Publix, at my Atlantic Pack and Parcel, at my Cuban American Barbershop. I don't collect information from a beachside merchant and then purchase the product online to save money.
Yes, I have ideas. Yes, I write poetry. Yes, I have collected some poems and put them in a book to sell and make money. However, I am a retired teacher, and my most boring professor once said, "The exam is not the end of the learning; it is part of the process." The same can be said of the sale of a book, of any product.
I am helping people look at the world in a different way. I am working with my experience with cigars and with writing, and I am offering those insights to others in a book...in my website...in my Facebook page...and in this blog. As we get to know each other, I hope to be invited to speak at cigar bars and lounges around Florida and elsewhere. I hope to sell some books. Most of all, though, I hope others will see that they can reach out to others and help them, just as I wrote a year ago in this poem:
Compliments to the Chef
by
Christopher Robin Adams
“My
compliments to the chef; this lamb was tasty and tender.”
“Thanks!
I will tell her!”
We
grow and spin cartwheels
with
kind words.
More
of us survive,
when
we know we are doing right;
more
of us live happily,
when
we are aware we are doing well.
In our
competitive world,
where we often chase dollars
and trample daisies,
helping
the flowers grow can give us enough pause
to
consider
the often lonely idea
of passing
on a kind word or eleven
in order to
help another do right or do well.
We
scratch a kitten’s ears,
tell a
dog he’s a “good boy,”
but
how quick are we to help another,
particularly
when we are shelling out the bucks?
I
mean,
isn’t
the money enough reward, enough praise, and enough kindness?
No.
Not if
we can do more.
A
writer once noted we should act kindly,
not because we should (and she
agreed we should),
but because we can,
because it is in our
power,
because we have the
time,
and
because the other person’s world will be better,
as
will ours.
As
will ours.
===
I keep copies of this poem and give them to people who help me. Waiters. Waitresses. Wait staff. Clerks. Plumbers. Folks who in the day to day work for a living often incur inconvenience from the norms of their jobs. Many assume that's the breaks of the city. Perhaps it is, but I can still be nice. I can still say "Thank you" even though I am paying for the service.
I hope these comments are helpful.
This is Kit, and this is my call.
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Spanish Cedar is coming to you!
Well, the web site will open August 23, 2013: www.spanishcedarbook.com
Facebook is open: Spanish Cedar
The book, Spanish Cedar, preserving the art of the cigar experience, will enter the world in November.
This blog will keep you updated on my book and my writings from the cigar world.
That's my call.
Facebook is open: Spanish Cedar
The book, Spanish Cedar, preserving the art of the cigar experience, will enter the world in November.
This blog will keep you updated on my book and my writings from the cigar world.
That's my call.
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