What's the Deal with Cancer?
I have smoked two cigarettes in my life. The first came at a party during my freshman year in college when I capped off a night of underage drinking by losing my tobacco virginity. I know, I know, two wrongs don't make a right. The second cigarette came about a week later when a girl space friend offered me a menthol. Have you ever had a menthol? It really is the cure to quit smoking. It did it for me. Now, I'm not claiming to be any type of health nut and I certainly enjoy eating straight out of the Ben and Jerry's pint as the clock strikes midnight, but fortunately tobacco has not been part of my diet since that night in 1985. I can remember my dad puffing on a cigar from time to time. And I can remember my mom sneaking cigarettes in the bathroom. But fortunately I didn't come from a family of chain smokers. Then again, my mom and dad had no brothers or sisters, so there really wasn't much of a sample. It's always amazing to me when you walk through an airport...