Posted on April 29, 2011.
On a good as a cigar Rocky Patel spans generations Love I am a member of one of the last "old boys' club kind to my hometown. The building stands out among all the office towers of downtown, a majestic four-story, red brick Victorian house that has been converted to a club for prominent businessmen in 1902. The wrought iron gate and the ivy that covers much of the brick is all original, like padded chairs in the library club. Remember, chairs are not the only things that are very generous in this room. There is a trio of gentlemen who hold court there every day just after lunch (where they prime rib so without fault), after a cocktail party, how they stumble on and hop into three separate limousines, which take along the sidewalk just after 19 hours and wait for their fares.
The youngest of the three is the seventy and the Dean shall be ninety. How they managed to live so long after the consumption of beef a lot every day, I'll never know. They are obviously rich officially retired and have seen the club through its best time and helped to keep alive during the 80s when he almost sunk. But I suspect the most stressful thing they had to testify is the continual fall of barriers to joining a club. First, the club began to admit members without regard to race, so regardless of age (as long as we could pay the costs of opening and heavy monthly payments), then defaulting member led the club to the decrease in total initiation fee and, finally, in the 90s, women have gained access to the sacred enclosure. Not only servers and cooks your mind, but as members.
A vestige of the old time left and I suspect it's the only thing that keeps these old gentlemen return, is that the club is exempt from the smoking ban in the city regulations. A good cigar is more than welcome in the library club. I had many a conversation with the trio as they sat in their seats reserved brandy in one hand and a good Davidoff in the other as the fire crackled. In fact, the cigar is one of the few things that I can have a decent conversation with them because they have no interest in computers (which form the backbone of my company), regarding my BlackBerry as a tone of triumph and consider the fact that I do 't to work wearing a tie to be a potential sign of being communist.
When we are all sitting in a cloud of fragrant smoke, it is reassuring to know there is something that connects the generations.
