Two stories about smoking hit home for this former smoker.
Jerry Remy is taking a leave of absence from the Red Sox broadcast booth. It turns out Remy (my age and another former smoker) had surgery for lung cancer late last year. He says he developed complications, and returned to work too soon.
RemDawg promises to return, and we can only hope that he does. It couldn’t be easy for him to make this announcement, and if you read this in-depth piece on him from a recent Sunday Globe Magazine, you can understand why.
It’s stating the obvious that the Remy story makes me glad I quit smoking. But behind that simple statement are reasons that are complex and personal.
The truth is, I don’t know anyone who quit smoking because they actually wanted to. It’s called an “addiction” for a reason. That’s why I don’t…can’t…lecture those who still light up.
So when I see a story that more and more public golf courses are trying to take the cigars out of some golfers’ mouths, I can’t help but think, “Hey, leave ’em alone.” It’s their simple pleasure, they’re outdoors, and they’re consenting adults. (Though I do wish they didn’t leave their ashes on the greens.)
Mixed emotions indeed.