Out of the Humidor
From the Print Edition:
Hugh Grant, November/December 2009
I hung on to every word from Marshall Fine's interview of the stunning Catherine Zeta-Jones. Oddly enough I noticed she wasn't holding a cigar in the cover shot and then learned she's never experienced a cigar!!! Tsk! Tsk! Another lady and I have a cigar show on the Internet we call "Fluff n Puff" where we teach women how to smoke cigars. I believe if Catherine was properly encouraged, she would take that first brave puff and quickly become hooked like the rest of us.
I'd love your help in reaching out to ladies about the joys of cigar smoking with an article dedicated to that topic.
Angye S. Fox
Thank you for your insight concerning the "dehumani-zation of tobacco." I always enjoy reading your comments and logical input into the issue. This is still a free country and each individual should have a choice. We are already being told what to eat, how to conserve and how to vote.
San Diego, California
I know you're going to get lots of feedback concerning who was and was not selected in your "100 year" athlete story.
I agree with every selection for each sport with the exception of "The Great One"—Wayne Gretzky's selection for hockey. It is true, Mr. Gretzky's career and numbers are exceptional. Furthermore, he would be on the short list of all time NHL all-stars.
But with regard to a single player revolutionizing a sport, for hockey it would be none other than Bobby Orr, star defenseman for the Boston Bruins during the late '60s and early '70s. Mr. Gretzky raised the bar that Bobby Orr made almost unreachable. During a time that defensemen were primarily known for roughing up players in the crease, fighting and protecting their goaltenders Bobby Orr redefined the job description for a defenseman to additionally include rushing the puck, scoring and playing defense.
For three years starting as a sixth grader I got to go to the old Boston Garden and sit in the second balcony with the "gallery gods" twice a year with my good friend whose father was a cab driver in East Boston, but nevertheless had season tickets to the Bruins. I got to see the crew-cut kid with the explosive speed, hard shot and incredible moves outmaneuver everyone on the ice. And these were the early years '66-'68 before the "Big Bad Bruins" won the Stanley Cup.
Bobby Orr never gave anything less than all he had, sacrificing his body for a game he loved. I will consider it an oversight on the part of your selection committee, especially when you consider that Bobby Orr's career ended at 26, a time when many athletes are entering their prime! I wonder how effective the "great one" would have been if he had to defend himself and his team from the glove droppers rather than be protected by them?