Alex Svenson:When I was in high school. We had been reading the book "The Dead Poet Society" and one weekend we were all at a friends house. There were 10 of us having an overnight we raided the humidor of the dad of the kid whos house we were staying at. We snuck out to a picnic table and lit up telling stories and BSing about girls etc. After that first night, we made it a regular thing every saturday (but brought our own sticks from our allowance) and named our group "The Dead Stogie Society". Kind of playing off the title and brotherhood from the book. Some of the group dropped off but four or five of us kept the tradition alive all through high school.