I learned how to make corn cob pipes as a kid, supposedly as a gift for dad or grandad. That's the wonky side effect of living in a town that grows and exports

I learned how to make corn cob pipes as a kid, supposedly as a gift for dad or grandad. That's the wonky side effect of living in a town that grows and exports tobacco. It always seemed sexist because when was the last time you knew a woman who would smoke one of those? The same thing: imagine teaching kids how to make corn cob pipes nowadays! It's just not going to happen.