My favorite lighter ever is the Parker service lighter. I have an original WWII era one that still has the black covering on it. I actually miss smoking because I can’t use it anymore. Back in the 90s when I moved to NYC I was walking down 8th avenue on my first day at work, lighting a cig during rush hour foot traffic and bumped into a guy as I was on top of one of those drainage grates that are about 15 foot deep. It flew out of my hand and down to the bottom it went. So I’m starting this new job and all I could think about was my lighter down at the bottom of this drainage pit. On my lunch break a found a hardware store in Hell’s Kitchen and bought a ball of string and a magnet and went back and fished it out…people in NYC don’t usually stop to look at what people are doing but they did and a small crowd formed around me. One of my favorite memories of my time there. I still have it, and the string, and the magnet
