Out of the Humidor
From the Print Edition:
Dennis Haysbert, Nov/Dec 2006
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Rhinebeck, New York
As a current subscriber of your great magazine, I would like to share an incident with you that recently occurred to me.
During the last week of July 2006, I was spending time in South Lake Tahoe. A close friend had recommended the Lakeside Inn and Casino just east of the state line. Both my wife and I planned an evening of table and machine gambling. Upon entering the casino, I saw no signs that smoking was prohibited.
However, I did see several guests smoking cigarettes. After my wife chose a gaming machine, I started to smoke a cigar.
Minutes later, I was approached by the casino security and told I could not smoke the cigar. I asked the security guard if I was in a "no smoking" area. The security guard replied no, but said that the casino did not sell cigars and therefore I could not smoke one inside. I asked the security guard if everyone in the casino had purchased cigarettes from them. Naturally, I got no reply.
I often visit casinos in Nevada and California. I have never heard of such casino policies and believe the rule is ludicrous. Have you ever heard of such a thing? Naturally, I stopped my wife from gambling and left the casino. Additionally, I have sent a letter to the casino regarding my dissatisfaction.
If you find this newsworthy, I would like you to share all or part of this story with your subscribers. I plan to never patronize this casino again.
My name is Thomas Steshko and I am a corporal in the Marine Corps currently deployed to Camp Fallujah, Iraq. My friend, Cpl. Irby Fletcher, and I are recon- operators with 2nd Reconnaissance Battalion based at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. While deployed here in Iraq, we conduct long and tedious patrols throughout our area. This job can be stressful and taxing on the body, which is why it is very important to find activities that allow us to relax and chill out after an operation.
Irby and I have found our ultimate relaxation in fine cigars. Every chance we get at night when we are back in camp, we put aside time to sit, relax, have a good conversation and smoke fine tobacco. This activity has grown from an occasional event into a tradition. Nothing relaxes us better and relieves stress like our cigar time. We now have our family and friends sending us fine cigars from our hometown tobacconists. When time permits, Irby and I are constantly communicating with our families about our favorite brands, lengths and ring sizes, and about the high-rated cigars we read about in Cigar Aficionado.