Here in Massachusetts smoking is banned in bars, restaurants, etc., and it's wonderful. There's nothing worse than settling into a good meal only to have smoke drift over from the smokers' section one booth away (which happens in those yet unenglightened states that still allow food and tobacco to mix). Business here doesn't seem to have suffered -- the bars are still selling drinks.

Here's a poem I learned years ago from a smoking friend:

Tobacco is a dirty weed; I like it.
It satisfies no normal need; I like it.
It makes you thin, it makes you lean,
It takes the hair right off your bean.
It's the worst darn stuff I've ever seen.
I like it.

Poor bastard...

Jerry