If my meanderings continue to be seen here, I think “Writing Under the Influence” would be a fitting title for the column.
Today’s random memory comes from the early 1980’s. Please remember that was a long time ago before the world got politically correct as well as things I did then weren’t as condemnable as they are now.
This was a time when my friends and I still smoked cigarettes. I would keep a cig butt in my tank bag and when we left the bars at night and raced down the canyon roads, I would get a couple of turns ahead, slam on the brakes and pull over, lighting that butt I’d been waiting for for a while. I doubt if anyone bought it, but they sure would ream me for it.
Please don’t try this at home. No one buys it and very few smoke any more.
Thanks for listening to my ramblings.