I read an article in the Times this week reporting that several major NYC apartment buildings are about to ban smoking… IN PEOPLE’S OWN UNITS. Kind of shocking, and also kind of cool. The evidence is clear that second-hand smoke causes cancer. And smoke definitely wafts through apartment hallways. I just love that smoking ban policies keep getting stronger … saving lives in the process.
All of which reminds me of the bad old days when passengers could smoke in airplanes. How insane does that seem today?!? People lighting up cigarettes in a pressurized aluminum container. I can remember the sinking feeling of realizing that the person sitting next to me was about to light up. THAT was a definition of living hell. Then they banished smokers to the back of the plane, so you only had to gag your way through a cancer cloud to get to the bathroom. While praying (pre-flight) that you wouldn’t be seated in the last row of non-smoking section either.
Happily those days are a distant memory. From a certain perspective, we live in a blissful moment for flying: No smoking and no cell phones. How long will it last?