We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
The old man used to smoke Luckies when I was a kid. He smoked for, oh, 65-70 years and made it to 90. I quit before I was 30. I remember the coolest cats with the best D.A.'s had their packs of Luckies rolled up in their tee shirt sleeves whilst listening to Bill Haley & The Comets on the ol' jukebox at the after-school hangout down on the corner.
Before filtered cigarettes,
.. after removing the [ Camel,Chesterfield,Pall Mall or Lucky ] from the pack an important part of the ritual was to pack the tobacco by gently tapping one end on any hard surface,a thumbnail would do in a pinch.