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My Dad once told me this story about his doctor:

Doc said, "yes, I know smoking is bad for your health. So are lots of other things. If smoking gives you pleasure and a break from life's toil, who am I to say that's bad for you?"

Mine told me it took years off my life, to which I replied "It don't take em out of the middle"
 
I don't know how old you are, but I'm old enough to remember when hospital waiting rooms had cigarette machines in them. I've seen magazine ads from 1940s magazines with doctors endorsing various brands.

My Dad once told me this story about his doctor:

Doc said, "yes, I know smoking is bad for your health. So are lots of other things. If smoking gives you pleasure and a break from life's toil, who am I to say that's bad for you?"
 
I remember when cigarettes came in festive holiday gift cartons just for giving as Christmas presents. ;)
I also remember when a bottle of booze was considered a nice present.
Times have certainly changed. :rolleyes:
 
I don't know how old you are, but I'm old enough to remember when hospital waiting rooms had cigarette machines in them. I've seen magazine ads from 1940s magazines with doctors endorsing various brands.

I don't remember the vending machines or ads but have heard about it.
The doc wasn't endorsing smoking, but recognized that there is more to quality of life than simply existing.
 
My wife just buried her brother. He died in prison doing 20 years for trying to kill his brother and mother. He tried to kill them because he was crazy. He was crazy because he chain-smoked until his teeth fell out and his brain cells died. Yes, give the homeless cigarettes. It will cut down on the homeless.
 
In the 1920's my grandfathers doctor told him to start smoking as a way to treat his asthma. My grandfather commenced smoking Chesterfields for the next thirty years, stopping cold turkey when he started coughing up blood. He lived another thirty years after that. His asthma did go away, so I guess the doc knew something.

I can't think of Christmas without thinking of Marlboro. Both my uncles smoked them, and everyone gave them carton's of Marlboros for Christmas. My one uncle had a Marlboro in his hand at his wake. His kids put it in his hand after people kept saying they'd never seen him without a cigarette.

The number one request from prisoners I transport is to have a cigarette. If they're not a problem I try to get them a cigarette before they go to the prison. Some guys, if given the choice of a pardon or a cigarette, would take the cigarette every time.
 
I have a close friend in Florida that rolls his own cigarettes. He has a hand cranked machine. Sometimes when I am talking to him I can hear what sounds like a high speed mimeograph churning away in the background.

Smoking brings him great satisfaction.

Ruthie is a 1/4 pack a dayer. She is under a lot of stress and smoking helps relieve that.

I get where they are coming from.
 
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When I was stationed in Germany, the day rooms had cigarette machines and Soda and Beer dispensing machines in the day rooms.
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The number one request from prisoners I transport is to have a cigarette. If they're not a problem I try to get them a cigarette before they go to the prison. Some guys, if given the choice of a pardon or a cigarette, would take the cigarette every time.

I used to do the same thing when I'd transport guys from the rez to federal court, which was usually quite a drive. We had to transport alone, which was a policy violation, so I didn't feel bad breaking the no-smoking in the G-ride rule. I'd keep a pack or two I'd taken off somebody else in the console and ask - can you handle a smoke like that? - meaning the belly chain and cuffs. No one ever said no. It kept them calm.

I lit one up for an Apache kid who was taking the ride for stabbing his cousin. I asked him if he got to ABQ often. He smiled and said - man, I've been to Paris. Turns out there are still Wild West Shows touring in Europe and he spent a couple of years attacking wagon trains.
 
I, too, hit the pay wall but there is a 15 second delay before it kicks in. Being a former student of Evelyn Woodhead I breezed right through the story.

Reminds me of a hot summer in high school being forced to sit in front of a "pacer" and try to keep up with the moving light that sped down the pages. I hated those times! Her name was Evelyn Wood. Wish I could say..thanks for the memories.
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