TERRE HAUTE —
Time to ease up on courteous smokers
I am 92 years of age and smoked for 50-some years, quitting in my 70s. Advertising, peer pressure, etc. didn’t have any pressure on me. I loved the smell of a freshly lit cig. I still would love to just relax and enjoy one.
Cig smokers brought the downfall of smoking upon themselves. I can remember when smoking was permitted in department stores, crowded sports venues, etc. Smokers would blow their smoke and crush the remains wherever. Just look at any area where smoking is allowed, and the remains are all over the area. How disgusting.
However, in defense, why can’t an adult business post a sign that says “We allow smoking — if you don’t like it do not apply for employment or enter.”
I have friends that will not enter a restaurant or establishment that serves liquor. It’s their choice, who cares?
The effects of smoking are no doubt harmful, but just how many of the whiners about secondhand smoke go to sporting venues at Hulman Center where the vehicles spew out tons of toxic gases and leave smelling like a tail pipe. How many people don’t allow their 16-year-olds to drive when there are approximately 13,000 deaths per 100,000 each year, or take away all sugar because there are approximately 25,000 deaths per year per 100,000 from diabetes, etc., etc.
Relax on courteous smokers.
— Philip Lodge
Everyone knew ban was coming
Mr. Alderman, a respectable business person in Terre Haute asks, “What about the employees; what about the person who bought a bar in the last couple years and is mortgaged to the hilt?”
Everybody was aware the local smoke-free air law was coming long before then, and should have taken due change in direction for their business.
In reply, I ask, what about all the pretty young waitresses who will get cancer and die because of secondhand cigarette smoke? What about all the children who will suffer from shortness of breath during the school years and not be able to play in the sports offered them? What about all the fires caused by recklessly tossed cigarette butts?
— Van W. Cottom