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“….if you smoke yourself to death Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate That you hate to make him wait But you just gotta have another cigarette” Lyrics from Smoke Smoke Smoke that Cigarette by Merle Travis 1947 Most days I park a few blocks away from work and walk the rest of the way. Benefits include extra exercise, a chance to gather my thoughts and unwind a bit on my way out. One of the routes takes me past a small Jewish cemetery. Have taken this route so many times, feel I know the people buried around the perimeter. Know their names and enjoy imagining their lives in whatever era they lived. Observe some graves are frequently visited by the small stones placed on top of the tombstones (an interesting superstition). There is a significantly greater number of burial dates clustered around 1918 serving as a daily reminder of the seriousness of the great flu epidemic. http://pulltight.blogspot.com/2006/02/flu.html The facility where I work became tobacco free last