A lot of people of that generation probably existed on Winson cigarettes and coffee.
Winston, or what have you, whatever brand.
My grandfather preferred cigars, and later, chewing tobacco.
Sad the ways that infidelity breaks things.
That something done in secret, outside the home, can bring so much destruction and hurt, inside the home…
Life is so short – I’m all for kids being kids – for as long as possible.
Understand: Nicotine can even hit with scripture.
At five foot four and ninety-eight pounds, my mother was a small, nervous slip of a woman who lived on Winston cigarettes and coffee. She was deeply distracted by worry and rage about my father, who was not only constantly traveling, but also unfaithful and at the time using massive amounts of amphetamines and barbiturates. She eventually became so fragile and distant from us children, from her pain over her failing marriage, that I, as the oldest daughter, began to assume more of an adult role in the family.
