A law like this back in 1949 through the '60s would have prevented a lot of my carsickness as a child.

Both of my parents smoked, usually with the car windows closed. I got carsick almost EVERY time I rode along with them.    They also smoked at home, of course. I HATED it. It was worse when relatives visited. It seemed as if everyone smoked.

But a little kid can't complain.

To this day (I'm going to be 60 in June) I have never so much as put my lips on a cigarette or other form of tobacco. I loathe the habit. I find the smell nauseating.

Emphasema killed my dad after 20 years of not having enough breath to walk across the living room. He'd been a professional musician -- clarinet and sax in dance bands -- as well as a fine singer. Needless to say, he lacked the breath for any of that.

My mother apologized to me (and I think to my brother and sister) about a dozen years ago for smoking in the car in particular, but also for rearing us in such a toxic environment.

I have considerably fewer voice problems since New Hampshire went smoke free in public places and I don't have to sing in a cigarette smoke-filled pub.

Just my two cents worth.

Linn