What you Need Now is Fresh Air, Fresh Air, Fresh Air!*

I had an illuminating travel experience recently. I had been driving all day. I dropped my niece off in Amherst, then my son and his girlfriend in Boston and was heading back toward Philadelphia. It was an ugly night, with light rain falling, and I was getting tired. Stopping goes against every grain in my nature, but even I realized how ridiculous carrying on would be.

Unfortunately, the highway I was on was not helpful. Most of the major thoroughfares I’ve driven identify hotels and food before each exit, so you know whether it makes sense to get off. This one did not. The exits had no indication what lay off the highway. Would you get onto another highway? Would it put you in the middle of nowhere? There was no way to tell, and that indecision fed my inclination to keep going as long as I could.

I should have pulled off into a rest area and searched out hotels nearby, or simply tried an exit that looked somewhat promising, even if I couldn’t be sure what I’d find. Instead, I squinted into the gloom at each egress, looking for some sign of respite. Inevitably, when I did see something, it was already too late.

Finally, I knew I could go no more. I spied a less than promising group of hotels right off an exit and decided enough was enough. These were not chain hotels, but independent operations. Think updated versions of the Bates Motel without the creepy proprietor, or at least without one I could see. I decided to take my chances.

The “lobby” featured a young man snoozing behind a thick slab of plexiglass, like something out of a bad gangster on the run movie. Yet, I didn’t see any untoward characters lurking about, or drug deals being transacted, so I decided to take my chances. Frankly, I was so beat, I didn’t have much choice.

My hackles went up a bit when the clerk sent me to the back of the hotel, even though there were seemingly plenty of rooms right out front. My biggest shock, however, was when I opened the door to my room and was hit with the stale smell of cigarette smoke. It had been so long since I had been in a hotel that even allowed smoking, it never even occurred to me to ask for a non-smoking room.

I had three options. First, I could go back to the lobby, get a refund and hit the road again, but I just didn’t have the energy. I could go to the lobby and see if they had non-smoking rooms, but by this time I had sized up the hotel enough to realize that was a waste of time. Or I could turn up the blower, try to clear the air as much as possible, and make the best of it.

Choosing option three was not pure laziness. After all, even though I had never smoked (except for a brief fling when I first got to college) I had been surrounded by smoke for the first 30 years of my life. I had a sister that smoked. I had roommates that smoked. How bad could one night be?

In fact, it wasn’t that bad. The blowing air never removed the smell of smoke, but it dissipated it at least somewhat. I slept soundly enough and didn’t wake up hacking. I knew that I would have to wash my clothes when I got home, but that was a lot better than peering through the rain on the highway.

This episode made me realize that the absence of indoor cigarette smoke is one of the biggest changes to my personal environment over my lifetime. I look back on those first 30 years and realize not only how prevalent tobacco smoke was, but how natural it seemed. It was only after it was gone that I realized how obnoxious the smoke had been. At the time, it was just the way it was.

I am sure anyone from my generation has memories of eating at a restaurant and having the people at the next table over light up for their after-dinner smoke just as your entrée arrived. Or requesting a non-smoking seat on a flight, only to find yourself in the first row before the smoking section. And forget about bars. Every saloon had an ever-present haze floating above the festivities.

The reality is that I only saw the tail end of the hey-day of smoking. Watch any television shows from the late 1050’s and early 1960’s and you’ll see all the characters light up sooner or later. Whether it be Perry Mason from my favorite middle of the night can’t sleep entertainment, or Andy Griffith. They all smoked. Heck, even Lucy and Desi were cigarette spokespersons.

And while I hate to admit it, smoking was cool. Tough guys like Humprhrey Bogart, and their foils, like Lauren Bacall, constantly smoked, and looked great doing so. The Marlboro Man silhouetted against a western sky was not only an unforgettable image, it was an icon of American manhood. It bespoke independence, strength, fortitude. (I think many American men still see themselves that way, as silly as that seems).

The backlash had begun before I became of age. Warning labels on cigarette packs were mandated by 1965. Congress banned tobacco ads on TV and radio in 1970. Throughout the 1970’s and 80’s cities and states implemented limited bans on smoking in certain public places, such as government buildings and healthcare facilities. The movement picked up throughout the 1980’s, with a total ban on smoking indoors coming in most places by the early 2000’s.

While I welcomed the ban when it occurred, I didn’t see it as a big deal. After all, I had lived ensconced in secondhand smoke my entire adult life. Even for me, it was hard to imagine a smokeless bar.

It was surprising how quickly after the ban indoor smoke became intolerable. In no time at all, the mere whiff of tobacco would set off internal alarms. Any prolonged exposure was unthinkable. Once I was no longer surrounded by smoke it became a bogeyman to be avoided at all costs.  

Being thrown once again into an atmosphere where tobacco smoke lingered brought back these memories. An assumed norm had been violated. But it was an assumed norm that hadn’t always been the norm. So, next time I go into my favorite bar I’m going to lean back and take a deep breath (ok, not too deep) and exclaim Fresh Air! Fresh Air! Fresh Air!

*Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment, p.635, Modern Library

13 Replies to “What you Need Now is Fresh Air, Fresh Air, Fresh Air!*”

    1. I didn’t grow up with that, so I can only imagine. and yet it was your house, so my guess is you took it for granted.

  1. Great piece, Tom!
    A couple more observations:
    1. I found the smoking by Oppenheimer (in the movie) absolutely shocking!
    2. I used to have to travel to a small factory town for my job. The only place to stay was a 6 room motel that was a total smoke bomb. Ugh, I sympathize with you.
    3. Walking around Manhattan these days, we are immersed in smoke, but this time it smells different.
    4. I’m so glad indoor smoking is a thing of the past.

    1. Great observations. Did you see Maestro? I assume Bernstein was a change smoker so Cooper was constantly lighting up. After a while it was distracting.

      Also, at some point I might have to write about the new secondhand smoke. It really makes me laugh when I consider the lengths we went to to hide that very pungent smell.

  2. Didn’t grow up around smokers, never smoked myself, never dated anyone who smoked…but my favorite scenes in Mad Men series were the smokers, in particular, Don Draper smoking…OMG, be still my beating heart…go figure –

    1. I know. Think of all the smoking in the movies of the 40’s and 50’s, which Mad Men really captured. I never had any great desire to smoke, but I would have loved to look that cool.

  3. Alas, as a member of your fogged pasted environment, I relish the fact that your life has been able to be fresher. Humphrey Bogart was cool. He maybe died cuz of his choices. Nuclear Power has radioactive isotopes. I see a new bumper sticker out there. “Are you dead yet?” What’s gonna kill you Tom? I loved your adventure. That’s the story for me.

    1. For the life of me, I can’t remember our apartment being smoke filled, and yet I know it had to be. It just never was an issue.

  4. Definitely remember when one could smoke in college classes, pretty much everywhere but church! So glad that period is behind us. Now if as a society plastic products were addressed. Lesson on traveling – back roads are great just plan ahead.

  5. Great peace Tom. The allure and omnipotence of smoking are two things I remember all too welll from childhood right into my early work experiences. Airplanes, diners, offices and restaurants were full of ashtrays and smoke. In law school, I worked for two years next to a research assistant on a professor’s book. She was a constant smoker, and her clothing never failed to garishly announce her addictive habit. In high school through College, I worked during winter and summer breaks at my father’s employer, a nonunion textile mill where the air was thick with Lint and smoke. I’m surprised that my lungs haven’t dried up and collapsed along time ago!

    1. What’s funny is how typical it was to work with people who smoked, and how you never would have thought to complain. I know I would have felt rude doing so.

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