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'It gets sucked in'
Oh how very true. I used to foul the air but at least my Pall Malls had real tobacco in them. I'm glad the many bans are in place. You own your air, but not other peoples.Originally Posted by pavi69
That was a hilarious video!!! And spot on correct.
In my 63 years on the earth I have never ever not once touched a cancer stick....ever. During police call in the Army if I came across a nasty ass cancer stick butt I buried it with my boot.
Nastiest habit ever invented since the dawn of time.
There's lots of decaffeinated brands that are just as tasty as the real thing.
Hi Mike.
Smoking Lamp is Lit !
Sad, but true...
My dad had a 2-pack habit since his days in Vietnam. Didn't matter who he was riding with - his truck, his rules. Many practices "back in the day" that I look at now and just shake my head. No seat belts - ever! Going to the lake each summer my cousin and I would ride in the cabover all the way there - otherwise we would've had to walk. In elementary school, I would leave the house on Saturday morning and not come home until it was getting dark. My mom had no idea where I was, and I can't remember her really ever asking. If a family friend's kid got chicken pox, every kid in walking distance came over so that they too would get it. There weren't any choices at dinner, which was served at 6:00. If you didn't like it - or were late - you were on your own. If you were "up to no good," any adult within striking distance had expressed permission to make an attitude adjustment - which most often meant that not only would they bust your ass, but dad would too once you got home. My dad is 74 now and getting frail...BUT...all he has to do is clear his throat and start reaching for his belt and I crumple to the floor like I'm 7 all over again!
Yeah, our parents may have smoked - A LOT - but every trophy we had was earned...just like the scars on our knees and the respect we to gave adults. Proud to be a child of the 70s!
-b-
Exactly how it was when I was a kid and the world was a better place then for it.
I remember as a child riding with my dad when he decided he wanted to see how fast his brand new 58 Thunderbird would go while puffing on a Mentholated Kool Cigarette. The bright side was the TBird was ahead of its time and had a padded dash so hitting your head at a 125 would not hurt as bad.
There's no apostrophe
How true, I remember the days of straddling the gear shift in the middle of the cab of a pick-up truck with the windows rolled up. I had a cigar on one side and a cigarette on the other.
"Absence of Evidence does not mean Evidence of Absence."
- Dr. Carl Sagan
My dad smoked Lucky Strikes like candy cigarettes , he broke his leg we took him to a small er (Friday night) and they were busy so the only dr that could set it had to come in , my dad told the nurse he needed a cigarette she told him to wait , we looked over and he had lit one up right in the er room she like to freaked out , so me and my uncle took him out side so he could smoke until the dr got there.
I just recalled another memory from my youth...
My aunt caught my cousin smoking a cigarette, so she loaded us up (was 9 or 10 at the time) and hauled us both to the VA hospital so we could see first hand what they would do. Vividly recall seeing a few vets in wheelchairs holding lit smokes by the front entrance. One of them raised the cigarette to his throat and inhaled through the tracheostomy tube. To this day, I don't know what she was hoping to accomplish with that field trip as it deterred neither of us. Similar to the time when he and I were griping about having to do some chore at Grandma's, when she decided to show us what hard work really was! Loaded us up in the truck and took us down the road a bit where there was (and still is) a full section in cotton. "Get out and start picking!" as she thrust a couple Hefty bags our way. We stood there at the edge of that field as she drove away - neither knowing exactly what we were supposed to do, nor for how long we were supposed to be doing it. However, both knew for sure that we didn't want to piss her off further so into the field we went and started picking cotton. Unlike the adventure to the VA, this left a lasting impression!
-b-
I had a teacher in college summer school 1967 who let you smoke in class but you had to have your own ash tray.
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'It gets sucked in'
I can remember going in to our pediatrician for school physicals and shots, etc. Dr. Martin always had a smoke lit while administering the exams, mom sitting over in the corner puffing away as well. Driving in the car, mom would crack the window, unless it was raining, then it stayed up.
I can only think of one childhood friend that the mother did not smoke and two that the father was not a smoker.
My Dad never smoked but was around it quite a bit between mom and being at work, before they banned smoking indoors at the jail he worked at. He survived throat cancer a couple of years ago.
I'd Rather be Fishing
My Dad was in the VA hospital in Jackson in January 1979 after he had a heart attack. His cardiologist came into his room to let him know they were going to do a test on him that evening. His cardiologist was a heavyset man from Peru and smoked like a train. He asked my Dad if he smoked and he told him no and his doctor told him good and to never start as he's standing t here puffing on a cancer stick. My Dad said you're smoking and the doc replied, "you sick, I'm not" and turned around and walked out lol.
There's lots of decaffeinated brands that are just as tasty as the real thing.
Hi Mike.
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