
Dari Doba... thats what we called him, because he was the only person in our family who sported a beard... He had an affinity for cigarettes, whiskey, pocket watches and cowboy hats... Whenever I used to visit his room, I could smell the same smoke from the Navy Cut cigarettes he used to smoke...
last vacation when i went back home, i entered his room... and i could get a whiff of navy cut... the smell refuses to leave his room, just like he refused to leave his cigarettes when he got sick...He was one of the wisest people that i have ever known, but i guess, he wasn't wise enough to leave his cigarettes before things got bad...