Suburban Chicago, 1962. Although I don't seem to mind the smoke in this snapshot, the smell of cigarettes used to make me feel sick—especially in the car. (I earlier posted two other photos from this day here.)
You just liked being with Mom, but I know what you mean about second-hand smoke.
I grew up in a house full of smokers - both parents, 2 uncles, and, occasionally, an aunt. By the time I was 12, the doctor was asking me if I smoked because I had a smoker's throat.
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You just liked being with Mom, but I know what you mean about second-hand smoke.
I grew up in a house full of smokers - both parents, 2 uncles, and, occasionally, an aunt. By the time I was 12, the doctor was asking me if I smoked because I had a smoker's throat.
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