Old Smoky lives in the apartment downstairs and kiddie corner from mine.  He is old, and he smokes cigarettes.  Hence, Old Smoky.  He likes to sit in his gray computer desk chair, which is outside on his patio, and smoke his Camels or Marlboro Reds, or whatever the heck it is he smokes.  During these times, he enjoys "trapping" innocent passerby into long, drawn out conversations about a set variety of topics he enjoys.  I will get into more about those topics in later posts.  There are some large shrubs in front of his apartment, so we don't always see him right away, and sometimes he surprises us.  We'll be heading towards the stairs up to my apartment, and will hear:

Old Smoky has a deep voice.  It sort of sounds like the guy who does the voice-overs for Dodge Ram commercials.  So, picture that voice in your mind as you read the above greeting.  When you hear it, you know what is going to happen next. Well, YOU don't.  Not yet, anyway.  But I do, and over the course of this series of posts, I will introduce you to the man that is Old Smoky.