How I miss those 40s and 50s growing up in England. At least a dozen of my relatives living within walking distance of my parents house. I used to visit my relatives on a regular basis, and each house I entered was filled with the smell of cigarettes and I had to search for my family through the smokey mist. I miss (not really) going to the movies with my parents and watching the thick smoke as it hit the projector's light beam, while watching Bogey puffing away on the screen. I could hardly wait to become old enough to start smoking, and then (at the age of 15) thought I was a real big shot walking down the street with my buddies with a ... hanging from the corner of my mouth (James Dean style). Boy how the times have changed, and for the better, and it can only improve as long as HC stays out of it.
