[tacticalogic]

Thanks. I was wondering if this was going to be covered under the "It's for the children" penumbra or the "It takes a village" emanation.

[pageonetoo]

I began smoking cigarettes when I was 13 (1960). I smoked marlboro in the hard box. My mother and father smoked. Mom smoked Pall Mall (no filter) kings, and Pop loved a smelly cigar. They wouldn't have thought of going outside to smoke. They sat at the dining table, or in their favorite chairs. If guests came over, chances are that they smoked, as well. My dad was career Navy. The house looked like a bar, and smelled just fine. It was home.

I still smoked when my oldest was born, and my second son was exposed, as well. I smoked 2 1/2-3 packs a day, and quit in 1975, , when he was an infant.

Some of my grown children have smoked cigarettes. One smokes them noe. I just smoke smelly good cigars, these days, and my wife banished me to our enclosed front porch. I get to look through a window at the big screen, but my computer is right here, where I can watch, and smoke.

Pop is 83. Mom is 83. All of my siblings are alive and aging. All of my children, and theirs, as well.

I think it has come down to panty-waists, and braying asses, when it comes to modern day gum't! In the meantime, the country is full of illegals, and the enemy is knocking down the door (oops, that was the BATF, or was it the DEA?). I read about all the waste, and see some politician driving a new car to his beach house. How is it that so many of them come in with nothing, and go out with so much?

I guess they are good at games!