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  I grew up in the Great Age of Smoke. Wherever you went, you could not escape the puffs in public and private. People lighted up in offices, stores, restaurants, hospitals, doctors’ offices, indoor arenas, the back of buses, and even while sitting in the last rows on... Read More →

  I have made them, and I have received them, and chances are, dear reader, you also have done so. The phone lights up—you recognize the caller, but it’s very odd these days for a phone call to arrive without first a text or an appointment. So of course you pick it up.... Read More →