Montecristo Cigars

    This wonderful Saturday was started off in our breakfast nook with a Spanish omelette, crispy fried potatoes and freshly squeezed orange juice.  I love following a relaxed breakfast with a strong coffee, crossword puzzle and maybe a small cigar. this morning it was going to be a Monte #4.  I have a few of these marevas left over from a box from ‘06 and there’s something about a smaller ring gauge cigar that starts off the week-end quite nicely.  I took my #4, coffee and crossword out on to the front step and felt that the sunlight and cigar would do me a world of good.Cutting off the cap and reaching for my torch should have been just another typical cigar moment but this was shaping up to be anything but usual when I heard the 3 teenagers across the street clamoring out of their home and climbing into the new VW bug they had parked out front.Bugs look bigger today than I remember them being when I was a kid and from what I understand they cost more now too… A lot more…After toasting the foot of my cigar I checked to see that it was evenly lit and then the kid’s car started and on came the hip-hop or whatever music it was at ear shattering volume.  Now I try to be open minded and I remember arguing with my parents and their peers about rock and roll back in the 60’s so I try to be lenient but, good God, everybody has their limit.  The first few puffs revealed the Monte taste I love and opened with a nice cocoa overtone.  Just then I see that the girl driving the bug is pulling on to the street as she is looking down at what I can only guess is a cel phone.As the nose of the bug enters into the traffic of the street a pristine early 60’s mustang speeds by and hits the bug’s front driver’s side front quarter panel, I think that’s when the young female driver hung up the phone.  Ed the neighbour across from me who is probably still paying for the new car his daughter is driving now hears the loud metallic sound and I see his head in their front room picture window.  Ed doesn’t look happy but well into the first third of my Monte I’m feeling just fine as I’m tasting more leather and coffee flavors.  It never ceases to amaze me how complex these small cigars can be.  Complex would also be how you would describe the conversation that was also going on between the very angry Mustang owner and Ed, who came running out in his house coat and slippers.As their heated discussion died down I wondered how long it would take for the police to arrive.  I also wondered if my cigar would last that long until shortly after I heard the siren.Yup, the cigar would be with me still and became a little finger burner as I discovered that a 4 letter word for Hawaiian goose is NENE…. I’ll have to remember that!!  Not much happened across the street after the cops left so I went back inside got my car keys and pulled my car off the street into the back lane behind our house.   Hmmmmm, what’s a 5 letter word for “hot under the collar??  I guess Ed would be too irate for me to ask him at this time!