Back in the heyday of tobacco, when we smoked in airplanes, theaters, restaurants, grocery stores, banks, and even hospitals, when non smokers were obliged to keep ashtrays on hand for their smoking friends and the lingering stench of tobacco was everywhere, no one seemed to pay it much attention. Then there came a revolution of sorts, non smokers found the courage to tell smokers it WASN'T alright to light up in their living rooms, many provided a "smoking porch" where ashtrays were placed and smokers could gather to feed their habit, always leaving behind those little bowls of reeking excrement for the host or hostess to clean up later. Soon, in the homes of non smokers even the smoking porch was abolished and smokers were sent out of doors to enjoy their habit. Now, said host or hostess, walks out the next day to admire a rosebush or pull the odd weed out of the landscaping and finds little pigeon tampons littering the lawn.
Enough! thinks the non smoker, and the smokers names are deleted from future guest lists. Non smokers, far outnumbering smokers, began to realize that having made inroads in their personal space it might be possible to avoid tobacco smoke wafting up their nostrils as they attempted to enjoy an expensive meal at a fine restaurant or breath the noxious exhalations of drug addicts anywhere else for that matter. The heyday of tobacco is over, the spitoons are gone and the ashtrays are on the way out. Smokers have no rights nor do we deserve any.


Good coffee, good weed, and time on my hands...