When I was a kid, Dad smoked in the car — with the windows closed!
In fact, he smoked in the house too and even sent us over to the dairy to purchase his Pall Mall filter Reds for 52 cents a packet.
Cigarette smoking was the thing to do. They were advertised freely in magazines and billboards; their glamour personified; their harmful effects unknown.
I can remember waiting for Grandad to flick his ash into his fancy device that…