I moved in with Eddie and Marvin my second quarter at school in Sept 1966. They both smoked and I didn’t. What was worse, Eddie’s Aunt Ruth worked for some marketing firm in the city, and she sent him boxes filled with these 4 cig trial packs of Old Gold. I mean boxes full too.
Before the end of that year, I was smoking the equivalent of a pack a day.
By 1988, I was up to about a pack and a half when the government began banning smoking in the workplace and the support contractors followed suit right after. So our company sponsored a stop-smoking seminar for its employees, but I was on travel so I couldn’t attend.
When I got back, I went to the VP who organized the seminar, and jokingly complained that I missed that “benefit” because of work commitments, which wasn’t fair because I was interested in attending it. So to get me off his back, he offered me 60 bucks to quit smoking. I took him up on it, and haven’t smoked since.
Wasn’t as hard as I feared it would be. I just stopped. Carried life savers for a while when I got antsy, but otherwise it was no big deal.
