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When I took a year of TV-Radio servicing at the local Community College about 1981-82, both of my instructors were old TV guys and they both smoked in their office every chance they got. The younger of the two was diagnosed with lung cancer during that year and he was absent a lot. He came back for a little while and was absent again. I could tell he wasn't doing very well. He had lost weight and was coughing a lot.
Sadly, he died from lung cancer before the end of the school year. It was all the other instructor could do to hold back his emotions when he announced the death to the class. It made quite an impression on all of us.
Stromberg6's comment on Marlboro Red reminded me of the pungent smell of my dad's Marlboros in his 1951 Plymouth on the way home, picking me from kindergarten in 1963-64. He eventually quit a year or so later, but that smell will always be something I remember. I normally don't like the smell of cigarettes, but in that car they smelled different.
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