It's curious the way we get nostalgic for some hoped-for thing that never happened, as if something that never happened were in the past.
Robert BreaultYour 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 Breault