That's the era I'm from, I can remember walking down the aisles of Albertsons with my folks both smoking a cigarette.I'm from the era of being able to smoke in public, including airplanes, banks, grocery stores and even doctors and pregnant women smoked
Sent from a Galaxy far far away!



But the cloud of smoke pouring out the teachers' lounge was even bigger than that outside the student restrooms. When I was in 8th grade (high school was grades 8-12, then, none of this namby-pamby middle-school or Jr high crap), I'd have to hold my breath to take a leak, and my eyes would feel like they'd been in a bonfire by the time I came back out. Best part of starting smoking at the end of 8th grade was that the damn bathrooms became tolerable!



Fortunately I waited a few years, and my son was 31 last Sunday.