My neighbor sits on his porch most every night and smokes a cigar. (Did you know it takes about an hour to consume one of those things?) Clearly his family doesn’t want the stench in their lovely house. But here in our close-knit Philadelphia neighborhood (and as the prevailing winds dictate) said smoke blows directly into our lovely house. When we catch the first whiff we all run around slamming windows as fast as possible.
I have an idea. A fool proof smoker-cessation program: teach my saxophone playing son the basic notes of Deep Purple’s “Smoke on the Water” and have him play them repeatedly and loudly toward said neighbor’s house every time he lights up.
What do you think?