smoking & drinkingthe effects on a family

The blue smoke would come out of my Uncle John's mouth like a wind funnel. I always asked him to blow smoke rings so that I could poke my finger through them. He rolled his own Bull Durham cigarettes. They came in a little cotton bag. He always gave the bag to me when it was empty. These little bags held a young mans treasures. When I was about 11 years old, Uncle John started coughing and expelling air from his lungs. This w...