Posted by Glenn Currier on 05/28/18 at 04:25 PM My uncle used to call them coffin nails - which particularly irked my father who swore it didn't hurt him because he didn't inhale deeply. Your poem sets me to remembering the negative aspects of this costly habit, which I paid for a few years with cigars, believe it or not. Their redeeming value was the gatherings with all the other lepers outside the stairwells and buildings while we puffed away and got to know and commiserate with each other. Thanks Chris. |