
A friend sent me these old ads. When I was a kid I spent my summers on a farm in southern Indiana with my aunt and various other relatives who arrived on the weekends for huge dinners - mostly in the yard. The farm was on a mountain called Floyd's Knobs. The yard overlooked a magnificent view.


But let's give them a break. It was still in the time when coke and cigarettes were seen by some as wonder drugs. Moms fed cokes to babies who had colic. It wasn't unusual to see nipples on coke bottles. Chain smoking was considered healthy.
Now I occasionally have a diet/caffeine free coke. But I am extremely grateful to live in a smoke free environment.
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