I was a 3 to 4 pack a day fiend until the Surgeon General's report in 1962 and on January 1, 1963, nursing my usual hangover and on the couch to watch the parades and the games, I quit cold turkey. Now, 37 years later I don't feel a taste for cigarettes except in the morning immediately after coffee. So bear with it; you made need a life time to get over them--but a long life withdrawal is much better than a short painfull life sucking the evil weed. <g> And I will make no smart remarks at the Show. If you stop by our table (MEYERS, Craig & ME) I'll have a gift for you if you are still off the weed--an it won't be a Marlboro chip, either.