When I was a kid, my mama only let me smoke Lucky Strike.
Both parental units were WW II vets and smoked.
We had a book around the house full of B&W photos on how Luckies were made.I guess Luckies kept the smoking Army/Army Airforce going.
I liked that book and another hard back full of Bill Mauldin cartoons.
My father used to send me to the gas station machine for him, to get a pack.Back then if there was no filter they weren’t a quarter they were 22 or 23 cents and the change was inside the wrapper. I got to keep the pennies for my trip and loved it.Pick up a few soda bottles on the way down and back and I was rich.
Both folks died from smoking