Smoking

Curtis has smoked since he was 13 or 14.  He's now 76.  He's done it his whole life with the exception of about 3 years.  I have spent a large part of my life devoted to the battle to get him to quit.  It hasn't exactly worked out.  I called him this afternoon and we found ourselves back on the topic of smoking...

Me:  You're not smoking in the house are you?

Curtis:  Naw. 

Me:  Because I thought I heard the flick of a lighter the other day when we were on the phone.

Curtis:  Huh.  I don't know what I was doing.  I go out in the garage now.

Me:  Really?

Curtis:  Yeah.  I got a heater out there.  I tell you what, it really cuts down on my smoking.

Me:  Well that's good.

Curtis:  A pack of cigarettes will last me two days now.

Me:  Well that's something.

Curtis:  I'll quit one of these days.

Me:  Dad, lets just be real.   I think we all need to accept the reality that you are never going to quit. 

Curtis: Hm.  Yeah I guess you're right.  Still, I might quit one day.