I know what you mean. Damn. I know what all of you mean. A cigarette was my break, my reward for a job well done, my crutch if I was hungry and food wasn't available, my bit of flavor after food, my calm-er when I was fidgety, all that and much more.

And yet although I still wanted to smoke, I didn't want to be a smoker anymore. So I quit, almost 33 years ago. It is just about the only thing in my life that I am consistently proud of- because no one can do it for you. You have to walk it by yourself...

Once in a while after all these years when I pass by a smoker outdoors, the smoke smells good to me. Never indoors or in close quarters though; it chokes me up.

After I quit, I told people that if I became terminally ill from some other cause, I would take up smoking again until the end. But I have definitely changed my mind; why in the world would I want to smell like that again! lol