Breathy deeply and remain concerned | Chuck's World
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At some point around the middle of last century, my father began to smoke cigarettes. He would have been around 13, although I’m just rounding off anecdotes for convenience; I don’t have an exact date, and he certainly didn’t.
Fifteen years later, when I was a small child and becoming aware of such things, Dad already had a chronic smoker’s cough, easily recognizable even on the other side of a grocery store.
You could smoke in grocery stores back then. And on planes and in restaurants, even in elevators. He didn’t really stand out for his habit, although he eventually became the...