Cigarette Smoke (Photo credit: Wikipedia) My mother didn’t smoke. My father, who likely picked up the habit as a soldier in World War II, when cigarettes were included in C-rations, smoked until he caught my younger brother stealing cigarettes off his dresser when he was in junior high. My father smoked off and on the rest of their life, as did my brother. I don’t know if my father’s eventual hemorrhagic stroke, a death 20 years earlier than all the men in his family, was related to smoking or not. I didn’t fit any of the categories that seemed to draw teenagers to smoking. I was thin. I... (Read More ...)