Smoke 'em if ya got 'em. I smoked my last cigarette at the tender age of twelve years. As I remember, it was a filtered Old Gold and I enjoyed it in our great tree house with the gang, behind the ESSO gas station and away from meddling moms and dads. These days, I might enjoy a pipe during an evening fire while camping or a fine cigar on a very special occasion, but that's about it. And that tree house and the crazy times of youth, well, they're a million miles in my rear view. Not the way I'd like it to be all the time, but it's just the way it is.