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Clearing the air

When I was a youngster, I lived in a house with four smokers.  My uncles smoked cigarettes like there was no tomorrow, my mother smoked lightly, and to my grandfather there was nothing “finah than a La Palina.”  Whenever the White Sox games were on the radio, I would join my grandfather to listen to […]

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