County-level voting map of the 2012 Presidential Election (via Washington Post)
On Jan. 1, 1968, I made a New Year’s resolution to quit cigarettes.
I lasted barely a month, during which I often awoke in the middle of the night, heart racing, following a nightmare in which Marianne would break up with me after catching me smoking.
I repeated the resolution in 1969 and then each January for the next seven years.
It wasn’t until 1975 that I snuffed out my last Marlboro in the ashtray.
