
In the midst of my emotions yesterday, I vaulted into what could have been construed as a "gang up" on my Dads use of cigars. Lately, he's been hooked by old man nicotine and smokes daily in his basement. My cigar-smelly clothes led me to think about the effects on him and us and I decided to say something.
I might have made a joke about Pete and marraige and adoption and perhaps some gay right issues that may or not have been related to Pete. Sorry about that Pete.
Anyhow, everyone seconded my move to get him to quit (again) and I think he he is taking it well and hopefull will stop this hazardous habit. Here's to hoping.
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