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John Kasaian

What a delightful holiday!

Del

YAY!!!

Larry Ward

I was born in 1947. I did not start chain smoking until I was 9, but since then I have smoked around rags and turpentine frequently and without incident. Notwithstanding that I have eaten vast volumes of salt, red meat, Alar apples and other medical contraband and consumed pints and quarts of Ludlow beer- for breakfast on occasion, I still have more stamina than 3.47 yuppies (when used only as directed and not void where prohibited by law.)

For years, I drove cars without a seat belt and never once died. I have never caused a traffic fatality or even a traffic scratch- not even a liability suit. I used to carry fluids in 5 gallon pails that were not required by law to carry a picture showing toddlers how to drown in the pail- and none ever did.

See, I was born in the land of the free and the home of the brave and things weren't really that bad. Believe it or not, multitudes survived the menace of common sense behavior every single day.

I miss that barbaric old land of the free and home of the brave. It was hospitable to, or at least tolerant of, the free personality of critical intellect, alone with his God. This new world of safety fanaticism is toxic to that free personality and I shall not miss it.

Tim J.

"See, I was born in the land of the free and the home of the brave and things weren't really that bad. Believe it or not, multitudes survived the menace of common sense behavior every single day.

I miss that barbaric old land of the free and home of the brave. It was hospitable to, or at least tolerant of, the free personality of critical intellect, alone with his God. This new world of safety fanaticism is toxic to that free personality and I shall not miss it."

I have to say, "Hear, hear!".

Well said. I was trying to be funny. That happens sometimes. But I still don't see myself smoking while painting... no doubt partly because my brain just isn't that big (the old "walking while chewing gum" thing).

I spent a lot of time bouncing around seat-belt free in my Mom and Dad's Oldsmobile, and I, like you, never died once, so I know something of what you are talking about.

You might want to read my Gun Control Story;

http://timothyjones.typepad.com/old_world_swine/2008/05/a-gun-on-the-bu.html

Adam D

I love that gun control story. And even I, born in 1977, still remember seat-belt free driving. When a toddler, I remember even sleeping on the car's back dashboard cozied up next to the window. If a parent were seen today to allow their kid to lie up there in a moving vehicle the child would probably be removed from custody by human services types. No fooling. Things have changed dramatically in just a couple decades.

John Kasaian

One of the things I remember about being a kid was sitting on my dad's lap, steering his '54 Oldsmobile down our street. I sometimes take my son out to the cemetary and let him steer my car, and he gets as much fun out of it as I did. We're not on public roads and besides if he ran over anyone by accident, well, they're already 6 feet under!

When the rain lets up, we may go out and pepper some targets with a .410.

The Land of the Freee and Home of the Brave still lives (as long as no one living is around and you shoot quietly.)

ukok

I love the smell of a pipe being smoked, but i am asthmatic so I try not to be around social smokers if i can help it. Before i developed asthma i used to smoke myself...well i ddn't smoke myself obviously, but you get what i mean.

I used to buy my cigarettes from a fabulous little tobacco shop that sold lots of varieties of pipe tobacco and also, snuff!

I recall being a young child and taking a pinch of snuff from my Dad's snuff tin - when he was out of the room of course!

To my mind it looked and smelt like black pepper and i couldn't understand whay Dad was so fond of using the stuff!

Thankfully it was a habit he discontinued, and as he has COPD, asthma, asbestosis and only 40% of his lungs working i'm jolly glad he quit smoking years ago too!

My favourite pipe tobacco was a cherry variety, i don;t know what it was like to smoke but i loved the smell of it in the tobacconists.

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