It's been a long time since clouds of smoke filled radio station studios. When I broke into the industry, the control boards had a yellow hue. Our night and overnight guys [now ancient terms, I'm dating myself]  were chain smokers. Their Camel Light residue was a major facet of the radio station. I kinda miss it.

Granted, the smoke-filled bars that I used to party in left a nasty stench on my Scorpions t-shirt. But it didn't really bother me too much. I feel sorry for smokers who are relegated to the far reaches of any public space. Most people are weather wimps, so when you have to fire up a grit in -20F temperatures it can spin smokers into a rage.

We should take away public eating too. Doughnut sounds in your pie hole are far worse than "the cloud."