They say the best things in life aren’t things. I’ll drink to that.
But if my house was burning, the first thing I’d reach for (after grabbing my wife) would be two pipes my uncle gave me while I was an undergrad at UVA.
The pipes are totems of two different eras: my uncle’s law school years when he broke them in, and my time at UVA when I’d puff them in front of the fireplace until the corners of my room became interesting. I love knowing that both of us contributed to the rich patinas and aromas, and with one strong whiff today, I’m hit with a wave of nostalgia.
It doesn’t get any better than that, at least when it comes to things.
In Heritage we ask folks we admire to share their most prized possession.
