OK.....I go down into my cellar and press the bluish colored block, fifth up from the floor by the furnace and enter the secret altar room of the great god Pazzu........oops! sorry....wrong ritual!

I used to have a ritual where I would usually go over to my buddy's place and we'd sit out on his screen porch or out by the chiminea on the patio and spark up a good smoke. But he packed up the family and moved to Florida so I only get to do that ritual every couple of months now when I visit. God I really miss him.

Now my life is empty and barren. Now I usually hang out at George Burn's gravesite and smoke White Owls while listening to Englebert Humperdinck tunes.

No really, my ritual is mixed. Usually after dinner. Yeah, my dog knows the sound of my humidor opening and gets all excited too! He loves to chomp on a good Fuente sungrown. But he has trouble getting his paw around the cigar cutter so I uusually do it for him. NO REALLY, he does get excited because it means he's going for a walk.

OR....sometimes I sit in the backyard and ponder what to do next in the garden while I smoke. I may also putter around with planting, etc. or toss the dog's baseball bat around. Yes, a baseball bat is his favorite toy!

Other times, in summer, I may sit out on the front porch late at night watching neighborhood "goings on".

Now, I'm off to the cellar. Which brick was it? The forth one or fifth one up?