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Wooden pipe from Mexico.

I picked this up many years ago while on vacation with Deana, somewhere in the Yucatan.  I remember the marketplace and the haggling we did for everything we bought.  Somewhere on the drive to the market we passed through some tiny town, and as we slowed down for a series of speed bumps, a flock of young children swarmed the car chirping “Uno peso for me!? Uno Peso for me!?”, hands outstretched into our open windows.  I felt so uncomfortable.

I have so many beautiful memories from that vacation.  And the pipe has also provided nice memories on many occasions.  But it’s time to day goodbye and move on.

Adios amigo.