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Twenty Six Years and Counting

Yet another year without cigarettes. Twenty-six years today, wow.

It might seem tedious to keep harping on this year after year, but frankly I think giving up smoking after 35 years of two-pack-a-day slavery to the habit was the smartest and bravest thing I ever did. And I know for a dead certainty that I would not be here writing this today if I had continued smoking the way I did.

It is also thirty-two years since I owned a car.

I’ll keep celebrating my freedom, year after year!