Your clothes smell heavily of clothing. Your den is filled with low-hanging palls of fresh air. The only rattle in your car is the sound of toll change in the ashtray. The absence of telltale tobacco stains on your shirt collar tells the tale - you've licked the smoking habit.
Robert BreaultMy eyesight's gone, my reflexes are shot, and I can't stay awake, but thank God I can still drive.
Robert Breault