recently returned from a little vacation with the family, and I'm
getting back in the swing of things here at the office. That means
getting back to smoking cigars. During my trip, I took a seven-day
break. Every now and then, I don't mind missing a day (or a few days) of
One part of my trip included a visit to Hershey, Pennsylvania, and the amusement park known as Hershey Park. It's a fun place, especially if you have a child who enjoys roller coasters. Hershey Park has 11 of them. The two toughest ones were Fahrenheit, a steel monster with a 97 degree drop (you can see it in the picture), and Storm Runner, a beast that goes zero to 72 miles per hour in about two seconds and has a drop of 180 feet.
You can't walk around Hershey Park smoking cigars. (Things have changed quite a bit since I was a kid.) But the park at least provides places to people who smoke, designated smoking areas where smoking is allowed. I saw several when I was there. These are wooden huts, built in gazebo style, with an open door and room inside and out. Not lots of room, certainly nothing elegant, but at least there was a place.
son saw people puffing cigarettes, and told me I should light a cigar
there. I explained that's not what cigar smoking is all about. When I
smoke for pleasure, I want to be in a relaxed, comfortable environment,
not huddled in an unlit shack without seats. Not rushing. When I puff
for pleasure, I'm not smoking a cigar because my body says I have to,
I'm smoking a cigar because I want to.
Were there times that I wanted to have a cigar while I was there? Sure. But I can go a few days without puffing. I smoke more cigars than most people, but I don't wake up in the morning with a burning urge for that first cigar, and if I happen to not light one up in a given day I don't get antsy. You don't tend to see cigar smokers huddled outside of buildings here in New York City, stealing a puff on their lunch break. Cigar smoking is for relaxing. For contemplation. For conversation. It's not about the smoke, it's something else.
So while I thank the good people who run Hershey Park for allowing smoking, albeit in a very Spartan environment, I decided to pass. Sometimes, it just makes sense to wait.
Do you agree?