Chapter 7“Lucky Strikes…” I was amazed how quickly Waz and I made it back to the center of Springfield and also found it odd sometimes billboards still existed along the highway in 2020. Every time I passed the one for cigarettes so close to the high school, I thought how crafty the tobacco industry was.
“What about them?” Waz was amenable to focusing on our drive in the present as opposed to continuing with our stroll through the past.
“My dad’s brand before he quit.”
“So, you’re back in touch?”
The railroad crossing arm had gone up, and while the school sign was in sight, first we had to drive past the cemetery.
“He sends an occasional f*******: message. Did you know this billboard would be illegal if legislation proposed in New York ever gets off the ground and…”
“And we lived in
