PUFFING INTO THE BIG SKY: My Last Cigarette-smoking Days by Sal Buttaci
        "Cigarettes"  by Anna Cervova (Public Domain Photo)   I was twenty-one when I started smoking. Prior to that I had considered it somebody else’s nasty habit and that I, a wise, independent kind of fellow, would never fall prey to puffing myself to an early grave. Then one afternoon my new brother-in-law offered me a Lucky Strike, explained