Stanford Dunham about 1988 When I was a child, our parents smoked. Some of my first memories were of my parents smoking and my efforts to get away from the smoke. I would rush through my dinner because Mom and Dad would “enjoy” a smoke after dinner. Driving to Kalispell, Montana for vacations (where our parents were from) was torture for me because of the cigarette smoke. My dad was the worst, and he started smoking when he was about 12. He smoked for years until his health deteriorated. He smoked about 50 years. Mom stopped smoking years earlier than that. She stopped smoking in her late 30’s and she remarried. After that she was so health conscious. Mom and my stepfather Karl exuded health. However, Mom smoked when she was pregnant with me. She didn't smoke when she was pregnant with my three older brothers. I was born in 1961 before the landmark report published on January 11, 1964 by the Surgeon General's Advisory C...
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