Cigar Store There’s a man a lot like my father who has a black cocker spaniel a lot like Mitzi that he walks to the cigar store when the light is fading and the perfume from the lilac bush is strongest. He always buys one box of Philly Cigars that Mr. Stan puts in a little paper bag the way Mr. Stan’s father always did for my father. They talk about who’s going to win the pennant this year and then the dog takes the bag from Mr. Stan and carries it home. I’ve been watching them-- in case it is my father and Mitzi coming back.