Don't Eat With Your Mouth Full

Where can we live but days?

My dad didn't smoke until he was in the army, and they were offered free cigs when he was an eighteen year old in the occupation of Japan. He came back a five-pack-a day smoker of unfiltered Luckies, one of the harshest cigarettes made.

Oof. My mother smoked Luckies. In her youth they were marketed to teenagers with "Reach for a Lucky instead of a sweet."

I hope she lived much longer and healthier than my dad did.

Probably not. She was 67. Needless to say, the Joe Camel ad about "75 and still smokin'!" made us pretty angry.

Oh, geez, I am sorry. My dad stopped smoking when his sister got lung cancer at 45, and his lung collapsed a year later. Two bypasses after, and he barely made it a week past seventy.

Yeah, I'm still angry, too, when I think of everything he missed.

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