Making friends isn’t easy. Oh sure. When you’re a kid, it’s a snap. But as you get older you either stay with the friends you’ve known since grade school, or you venture out. I like the discoveries of personalities. Despite the fun I had at a recent grade school reunion, I only connected with one person. And she was in 8th grade and I was in 7th. I guess you could call it a crush back then. In fact, truth be told, that’s the only reason I went. To see if she would be there. And I must admit, seeing her was as exciting as it was when I fell in love with her in grade school. We continue to communicate now and then to this day on a friendly level.
There’s always some kind of mysterious chemistry that’s involved with mixing personal relationships. But for me, the main ingredient is a cigar. I can’t tell you how many friends I’ve made since I’ve been in the business. And I continue to make new friends almost every day. Friends. Not just shallow acquaintances.
But every once and a while, the personalities of some of the people I meet in the cigar industry is like – well, like when I was publishing freelance news stories for local, regional, and national bodybuilding competitions.
Was it easy? Hell no. There was one promoter who had a reputation for being a complete asshole. I mean his sphincter muscle was as tight as Rickie Gasperi. But I was determined to drill (excuse the pun) into his personality and find out if this opinion people had of him was real or imagined. It was real. But every competition I attended to report on the action, he could see I was a committed writer giving notoriety to the local bodybuilders with my reportage. And before you knew it, I found out that the guy was a marshmallow. And he wasn’t the only hard ass I was going to get to know. There were several others that challenged me.
There’s a cigar shop where I have found a group of guys who are absolutely the real deal (sorry for using a cliché) when it comes to holding out their hands and willing to get to know you. They have become my friends. And it warms my oftimes cold heart because I deal with a lot of personalities where you truly do become jaded in the human condition. You have to wear some armor. And if a sales rep tells you he or she has no steel mesh surrounding their hearts – they’re liars. Hardcore bullshit artists.
It happened to me recently. I always visit this one shop early. And awhile back, the guys asked me if I would share breakfast with them someday and that type of invite is extremely rare. I figured it was the usual talk and would never happen.
But I walked in and the place was all but empty. A rare sight because the chairs are usually filled with regulars BEFORE the store is officially open. So I asked the owner, where is everyone? “In the back. Making breakfast.” I peeked out the rear door and I couldn’t believe my eyes came over and greeted me – by name, with handshakes and warm welcomes.
I mean really, the spread was stunning. (Thank you “Hog”) Biscuits, sausage links and patties, hash browns, and a gravy that would put Julia Child to shame – creamy and spicy. We all ate together, talked about whatever, and had a grand old time. No airs. All genuine. All friends.
The cigar is a magic wand, one like Harry Potter possessed. But this wand emits only good vibes. And I gotta tell you, it makes me feel great and I can tell they were enjoying my company and I was enjoying theirs. Cigars just ain’t for smoking. They reach out in so many ways and draw people together.
I’m a very lucky guy to be in this industry.