My father smoked filterless Camels and worked as a service station maintenance mechanic for Cities Service Oil Company.
When Citgo withdrew from the northeast around 1976 IIRC they offered him a transfer to Oklahoma.
Of course he stayed here where his home and family were, and was dead within a year of lymph cancer at 53.
God knows what else he had been exposed to as a torpedoman on a destroyer in the Pacific in WWII.
He, my mother and stepfather who all smoked and all contracted various cancers were my examples never to smoke anything.
I have already outlived the old man, yet somehow I feel like I am living on borrowed time.
Originally posted by clackers Different times, to be sure. Growing up in the 70s my brother and I could barely see the other living room wall for the smoke emanating from Dad's recliner.
I always tell people I second-hand smoked four packs a day for my entire life until I got married and moved out of my parents home.
People assumed I was a smoker as my clothes and hair always reeked of tobacco.
Chris