
When I was working a Acraforms back in the early and mid 1980s, it seemed like all of us smoked, or at least bummed smokes while trying to convince ourselves that we didn't really smoke anymore. This was also reflected in my cartoons of the era.

Nancy, Chuck, me, and Pete. Chuck was the only nonsmoker. In the background is that famous photo of Jack Ruby killing Lee Harvey Oswald as Willard Scott looks on.







After years of normalizing smoking through my cartoons the big irony came along when I found myself doing gratis work for the American Lung Association. Like second-hand smoke; what goes around, comes around.
By the way, for me, it was like throwing a switch. One moment I smoked, the next I didn't.
Here's this week's installment of Pembroke. This one's really dated. Tony Randall the actor had an equally high profile as an anti-smoking crusader. I guess you had to be there.



Smoke 'em if you got 'em, just not upwind of me, thanks.
Mannie
2 comments:
The non-smoker is a picker. What does that say?
Mannie:
I drive thru Arkansas, Tennessee, Virginia (ah, sweet Virginia!), West Virginia and Maryland, on my way to Boston every week these days, since, as you may or may not know, I've been driving a truck for lo these last 15 years. Any chance of swinging by for a front porch quaff of Guinea Red and conversation? ---The Voop
maartenovan@gmail.com
ps love your blog. Those high scool pics are priceless.
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