Smoke 'em if ya got 'em...

How is it possible, that in 1969 I was hiding cigarettes in the woods to have a smoke on my walk to elementary school? Good times...



As a young woman, my Mom smoked Pall Mall's because..."Fine tobacco is its own best filter."



As she matured, her tastes favored the luxurious—and of course—"smooth, pleasing flavor."



My Father, on the other hand, was always a straight shooter, so I guess "the honest taste of a Lucky Strike" made sense to him.



Maybe his chronic depression was eased at Christmastime by Lucky Strikes..."Merry Christmas and Happy Smoking 200 times..."