Oh, I miss the days when we named our utensils (the Binnacle) and cars (Home, James!) Now I save the grief and make a quick disposable number from wood that fits in the film canister. But it still has a name, Gumby, from the shape I sand the wood. Takes less than 5 min to make one.

Several times in Milwaukee I was stopped by cops, haunting some out-of-the way place at night, and searched. They always put everything back in my pockets, pipe & stash included! Nothing said. I think they were more looking for burglar tools. Truly, they wig out more on my Gerber multi-tool.

Once in Sheboygan, we went camping and couldn't get a site at 2AM (duh) so we sat around lighting fireworks (duh) and the sherriff got us. They took us in and gave us a choice: "would you rather be busted for the pot or fireworks?" I thought about it and said "fireworks." They didn't bust us or anything. They just said "go back to Milwaukee and never come back." The took us back to our car and my stash was still in my pocket where they put it! Just as I was getting in the car, they said, "Mr. B, please grind something under your foot." I made a real sad face as I did so, then didn't laugh until we were out of town with an ounce still in the car!