Guy sales-pitch for why we should smoke on a plane.
I remember coming back from my one freezing semester at an Illinois College in 1982. Back then spoke-and-hub meant it was cheaper to fly from Chicago to L.A. via NYC's JFK airport (no direct flights for you). So I'm on a 747, in the middle of its 3-4-3 seating, and the girl next to me sparks up a doobie in honor of Nancy's "just say 'no' to drugs campaign", and we start passing it around like it was a Willie Nelson concert. But alas, they started outlawing smoking on planes after that. What's America become that you can't get lit on a trans-continental flight?