Jay Honeck wrote:
dull, and (worst of all) everyone was smoking, which made for a bleary-eyed,
smelly evening.

Which is why I can no longer work as a bartender. If I'm anyplace with
smoking, the clothes immediately go into the washer (even if I don't
turn it on) and I head for the shower no matter how tired I am. Seems
that my tolerance (which used to be fairly high) has gone to
absolute zero.

A joy of Oshkosh is no smoking in the North 40!

For those of you who smoke, take all the offense you wish. My mother
smoked until the last 6 weeks of her life, so I've been around it
forever. And am one of those children who suffer the effects of
pre-natal smoking mothers. Afterall, the physician said it wouldn't
hurt the baby...

[end of soapbox]