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Jeff L. Howe

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Jeff Howe is a bonsai enthusiast and harmonica player who has very good reason to believe that the Universe tastes like a cheap buck-fifty melon. He is a product of Walled Lake and a former Poetry Slam Champion of Milwaukee. He once shook hands with Rocky Colavito, opened for Leon Redbone and took a piss next to Mose Allison (no hands were shaken). All things considered, his best single day was July 4th, 1987 when he marched in the Marmarth, North Dakota parade in the morning, discovered a rare dinosaur skull in the afternoon, and then sat in playing harmonica with a drunken cowboy band until way past tomorrow. It's been downhill ever since. Jeff is a misemployed geologist who specializes in interpreting rock outcrops at 70 miles per hour. It's a gift. His daughter loves cows. ................................................................................................................... FOR MORE STORIES, PHOTOS AND HARMONICA RECORDINGS VISIT: jeff-howe.net

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SEPTEMBER 26, 2011 9:25AM

Taking Up Cigarette Smoking At The Ripe Old Age Of Sixty

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I shocked my daughter and my wife at dinner the other night when I announced that, at the age of sixty, I was thinking of taking up smoking cigarettes.  Carbon-green and healthy to the core, they looked at me like I was nuts.

“I dunno,” I said, “people have been smoking tobacco for hundreds, probably thousands of years.  Every society that encounters it seems to love it… they can’t get enough of it.  It always becomes spiritual, almost transcendental.” 

They didn’t say a word.

“Plus,” I continued, “it takes years of smoking to kill you – the better portion of a lifetime.  If smoking ever kills me it will be masked in all of the other things that kill me too.”

“But Dad…!” 

And out poured the usual litany of anti-smoking philosophy: wheezing, yellow finger nails, bad breath, smoker’s cough, expense, oily residue, cigarette butts, lung cancer, etc.  All of the bad stuff… none of the good stuff.

Now I’ve never smoked an entire tobacco cigarette in my life.  In fact, if you don’t consider second-hand smoke, no more than a puff or two from two different cigarettes has ever entered my lungs.  My parents never smoked, my high school buddies never smoked and, until now, I’ve never had the desire or inclination. 

This is not to say that my lungs are virgins when it comes to sticky blue-grey smoke.  Cigarettes aren’t the only things that sixty year-olds inhale, and I’ve smoked enough other things to float a fleet of dirigibles.  And therein lies the magic because there is magic in other smoke and a long history of human magic in tobacco as well. 

Hell, at sixty years of age, I figure I have a good twenty years of tar and nicotine before it ever catches up with me.  By then I’ll be eighty years old and if I’m not dead by then, I probably should be.

This is like a freebie.

I’m still weighing my options.  

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Don't do it. Take the four dollars you would spend on each pack, save it, and travel.
I understand the temptation, and the logic . . . but I think the other stuff you have smoked was probably much healthier . . .
I like the logic but I would choose a pipe or pot instead. It is a pleasure and that is why it gets people.
you're crazier than i thought. as a former smoker, i can attest to the lure of the memory. but if you've never been addicted to nicotine, spare yourself and just keep smoking the stuff that gets you high in a quicker, more obvious way. and don't think i'm missing the tongue in the cheek here. :)
Yeah, I'd quit if I could. Just take that 4 or 5 bucks a pack and buy weed with it. It's more fun and less dangerous.
P.S. If you have trouble smoking all of that excess weed I know a guy who will help you smoke it. :)
Pipe smoke smells better and you might look professorial.
I know a little about cigarettes. I used to do some of the advertising. Plus I smoked almost all my life.

Manufacturer's treat tobacco to make it more addictive. It's delicious, these cigarettes. They are so addictive, there are people even with lung related disease who will puff on a cigarette while lugging around a portable oxygen tank.

You must know about the "nicotine delivery system" cigarettes are. It all came out in congressional hearings and then on "60 Minutes" and then in the movie, "The Insider". How tobacco remains in business is a mystery, but they do. And they continue to deliver their ramped up product.
While you're at it, blow some my way. This should help stave off the inevitable collapse of Social Security & Medicare. ; )
Lung cancer sucks. It is one of the worst deaths. Just sayin.
Thank you all for your concern. Obviously, the chances of me really taking up cigarette smoking are very remote. (And bobbot, where do you buy your pot that you can get anything but a Grinch's crumb for $4-$5?)
"And curse Sir Walter Raleigh,
He was such a stupid get"

Cigarette companies are evil
they profit from pain
every breath they take away
is a dollar gained
Well, you do have a point regarding the years you have left hive orbtake 20 or 30. I am 58 and, well, I smoke because I enjoy it, gives me something to do with my hands when they are not busy doing something else (llttle problem with ADD), as they HAVE to be doing something. But I do enjoy it regardless, I smoked through my twenties till I got pregnant, at which point I just quit with no problem and did not start again until I turned 50 and figured the same as you only have 30 to 40 years left and I figured if I enjoy it, which I do, then it will be one thing or another sooner than later. So I will do as I want be it clean off my roof, add on to my house, plant a tree, or go out to local bar (where I spent my twenties) and enjoy a cog once in awhile then by God I am going to do it. And I will eat good stuff for the bod in order to keep it able to do these things till whenever I just cannot anymore.