Thursday December 1st 2011 Tim
I remember the days
when smoking was permitted and much cheaper on airplanes. There was a
little light on the cabin ceiling above the head rest of the seat in
front that some of us would stare at as though struck by the Almighty
until it turned off. Mind you I can also remember when a
youngster, to keep him from wandering, was permitted to enter the
cockpit, so he might worship pilots, co-pilots and navigators.
Three jobs for which success at mathematics, ability to wear a hat and
cigarette smoking were obviously critical.
Recent fashion requires cigarette
smokers to spend at least some of their day and night in the fresh air.
There are I guess the immovable who can still be found drooped over the
kitchen table with cigarette ash in their egg yolk and a cigarette butt in
their coffee cup. Those fortunate few for whom a kitchen stove is also a
cigarette lighter. But for those of us who have accepted change the benefits
of mingling with the fresh air include hearing Sandhill Cranes flying