So Jonathon visited our favorite Cigar Bar in Paducah the other day. As he described the pleasures of the wafting smoke and lovely live music, I reminisced about my last visit. The furniture is cigar bar quality, and the ashtrays are majestic. There is a Skee Ball table that Aaron and Jonathon enjoy playing.

When I am in the Cigar Bar, I am lost in my thoughts. It is a time machine. The Vintage look and atmosphere remind me of a Noir Movie from the 1940s. I also can see President Kennedy and Frank Sinatra reminiscing and plotting over a fine Cuban Cigar.

Cigars are made to be savored. You do not hurry a good cigar. There is time to muse and contemplate the past and future.

‘Hello Frank, come on in, I have your cigar cut and a Johnnie Walker Gold is on the way,’ JFK said. ‘Nikita says he will meet us here…he loves cigars,’ JFK noted with a wry grin. ‘He wants to talk about Cuba and how we get out of the mess we are in,’ JFK continued. ‘I told Nikita that our worries will go up in smoke at my favorite Cigar Bar,’ JFK laughed. ‘He told me that the Politburo is on his ass and is crawling inside,’ Jack winked. ‘He is bringing a proposal, and I will sign it if I like it,’ Jack said. ‘I left Bobby at home with the kids and Ethel, he is well intentioned but gets on my nerves,’ Jack noted with a long puff of his Cigar.

‘Jack, I have been looking all over for you. McNamara is apoplectic,’ Bobby said. ‘He told me that we did not have long and General LeMay was ready to start dropping bombs,’ Bobby said. ‘Of course, LeMay is always ready to drop bombs,’ Bobby mused. ‘Nikita is coming through the door with a grimace,’ Bobby noted.

‘Jack, you did not tell me Frank was going to be here. I love his singing,’ Nikita said with a smile. ‘I am ready for my Cuban Cigar and a Vodka and to hear Frank sing Fly Me To The Moon which is what we are going to do before you Jack,’ Nikita took a long drag from his cigar. ‘Frank is the Boss in my estimation,’ Nikita laughed heartily!