I quit in 1978 after smoking like a chimney for twenty-nine years. It often occurred to me as I sat there on the edge of the bed every morning trying to cough up a lung, "And I'm a singer. Now, if I were a clarinetist, would I blow hot smoke through my clarinet thirty or forty times a day?" It also occurred to me that a clarinet could probably take it a whole lot better than my larynx could.

And Joe, a beautiful woman once told me that giving up cigarettes would improve my love life.
So I did.
And it did.
I married her.

Don Firth