In a few weeks I will be driving across county to attend my fiftieth high school class reunion.  About a third of my class will not be making that trip or any other trip because they have already passed on.   We grew up during a time when everyone smoked.  Most of us learned to smoke at home with our parents and some paid the ultimate price for those lessons.  I am so glad that I decided to stop smoking years ago.  I am also thankful that each time that I go back for a reunion there are fewer and fewer people that need to step outside for a smoke.

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