Another tidbit. When I quit smoking, I was working at the telephone company as an operator. I hadn't smoked for maybe a month, and one day I'm sitting there at the TSPS board when this young woman (whom I knew smoked) came back from her break and plugged into the board right next to mine. She reeked of cigarette smoke—surrounded by a miasma of noxious vapors. It was on her skin, in her hair, her clothes were permeated with it. I suddenly thought, "My gawd! I used to smell like that!"

Believe me, people who smoke have a real "air" about them—much stronger than they imagine. Whewie!!!!

And once my beak got more-or-less back to normal, I could smell food cooking, and I could taste it again!

Don Firth