It is the little joys in life that constitute much of our happiness. Unlike the unique joys of getting married, attending the birth and later the wedding of a child, attaining a major career milestone, etc., little joys can be experienced just about every day.
Among these little joys in my life is smoking a cigar (and a pipe). Every day that I am home (except Shabbat), and whenever possible on the road, I smoke one or both. I have been doing so since I was in high school.
For the record, I never smoke cigarettes, the smell of which I dislike and which I acknowledge to be dangerous.
As regards to the health danger of cigars and pipes, most nonsmokers are simply unaware of the fact that, unlike cigarette smokers, virtually no cigar or pipe smokers ever inhale when they smoke.
Therefore, the only danger of cigar smoking is some form of mouth cancer. This is, however, so rare as to compete in frequency with death by lightning. In fact, I believe that my cigars — given all the joy and peace they induce — are more likely to prolong my life than terminate it. My late father smoked more cigars a day than I ever do and died at age 96. Read More>
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