In a message dated 3/20/01 11:38:05 PM Eastern Standard Time,
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> Last I knew smoking inside was allowed in New York (although perhaps not in
>
I went outside to smoke, but then later learned that you could smoke in the
lounge area of the ladies room. I recall Joni explaining during an interview
that smoking was like eating and breathing to her. I can relate to that. This
morning I was out of cigarettes and I was a nervous wreck until I got to the
store to buy some.
I watched my mother who was a life time smoker stuck on a ventilator. She had
bronchial asthma most of her life, but continued to puff away. I think that
after a while we become unaffected by the dangers we engage in. I watched my
mother die and I lost a brother to lung cancer and still I can't give it up.
Is this self destruction or are we such creatures of habit, I ask myself?
Rose in NJ
ready to light up another
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