My dad smoked Lucky Strike, USS Saratoga (CV-3), and my mom that or Camels, later filtered.
I quit smoking (Pall Mall unfiltered) after she died in 1990, and for the entire next year thought of smoking every waking moment of every single day of every week, every month, whatever the season, whatever the activity.
And then praise the Lord my craving was abducted by the crew of a 1947 Roswell and whisked away.
Now--absent drink, drugs, tobacco, honky tonks, gambling--my only addiction is Free Republic.
But I can quit anytime. Just not today, not now.
My hands are shaking--I better preview this.