Meant to post this earlier in the week. A former DaFoWo-based FBvian passed along this Garrison Keillor-penned excerpt from William Zinsser’s On Writing Well because she thought I’d enjoy it. I did. Maybe you will, too. Especially if you smell of Marlboro Lights and/or freedom:
The last cigarette smokers in America were located in a box canyon south of Donner Pass in the High Sierra by two federal tobacco agents in a helicopter who spotted the little smoke puffs just before noon. One of them, the district chief, called in the ground team by air-to-ground radio. Six men in camouflage outfits, members of a crack anti-smoking joggers unit, moved quickly across the rugged terrain, surrounded the bunch in their hideout, subdued them with tear gas, and made them lie face down on the gravel in the hot August sun. There were three females and two males, all in their mid-forties. They had been on the run since the adoption of the Twenty-eighth Amendment.
