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People who quit smoking by age 44 tend to live nearly as long as
those who never smoked, according to a study in the New England Journal
of Medicine.
Researchers from the University of Toronto analyzed health and
smoking records collected from more than 200,000 Americans, then
compared the lifespans of smokers to non-smokers. One of the study
findings was predictable: Those who never smoke live a decade longer, on
average, than lifetime smokers. But for those who quit -- even well
into middle age -- the study results are encouraging: Men and women who
smoke their last butt before turning 44 die just 1 year earlier, on
average, than those who never smoke.
So basically the way you can look at this is if you are smoking and
you're under 44, have at it, go ahead, no problem. Continue to fund
children's health care programs by buying tobacco products and know that
you can smoke safely up until age 44. Then you quit. Well, I ran the
calculations. I started smoking when I was 16. I went to electronics
school in Dallas at age 16. Back when I started in this business, you
had to have what was called the First Class Radiotelephone Operator
License. It was not a broadcasting requirement. It was nothing about
broadcast skill. It was an electronics demand.
The reason for it was that AM radio stations that had directional
arrays or signal patterns had to be monitored very closely and very
carefully and at all times to make sure that the signal pattern
permitted by the FCC didn't waver. The theory was that you needed a
First Class Radiotelephone Operator License to be able to monitor the
transmitter and the area and all that. Now, on small market radio
stations these cheap owners are not gonna hire an engineer to sit there
and do nothing all day long just to make sure the transmitter is legal,
so they required disc jockeys to have first phones. That's what they
were called.
So there was this school in Dallas, the Elkins Institute. It was
right near Love Field -- well, not far from Love Field. The Elkins
Institute of Radio and Electronics. You had to get one of these things
if you wanted to be on the radio when you were 16, so my father loaned
me the money and I went there to learn. It was a six-week course, and I
wanted out of there. It was school. I hated it! I wanted out of there as
soon is I got there.
Nothing wrong with the Elkins Institute, it's just the whole concept.
So I got out of there in four weeks. I did nothing but study and work
on this stuff. I went down there and class every day was eight to ten
hours, and the way I studied was to get up and rewrite my notes by hand.
(Of course, there were no computers.) I rewrote everything, and you had
to get three classes. The third class license, then the second class --
and second class license was actually the toughest.
The third class license you could get in two days of study and it was
basically, you know, "Do you know the on-off switch is over there?" The
second class, that was the biggie. That's where all the electronic
theory of the day was, and the first class was TV and FM radio. That was
a snap. Four weeks for the second class license, a couple days or a
week for the first class, and a couple of hours for the third class.
Anyway, I was the youngest in this school by four or five years and
everybody smoked.
So I started smoking. I was 16. Let's see, it was 1980, '81, '82,
somewhere around there when I quit. We played flag football. I worked
for the Kansas City Royals, and when the baseball season was over we
played -- the Royals front office played -- flag football, touch
football with the Chiefs front office every Thursday afternoon. One day I
got a real bad case of bronchitis, almost like walking pneumonia, so I
could not smoke a cigarette without coughing spasms.
So I said, "Well, I'm never gonna have a better time than now to quit
when I can't smoke." So I quit then. So I'm safe, folks. I got out of
it long before I hit 44. It's like I never smoked, because of this
research today. (interruption) Yeah, I smoke cigars, but I don't inhale
the cigars. You don't inhale those. William F. Buckley inhaled his
cigars. I kid you not. That was a real man. Mr. Buckley inhaled his
cigars. Now, he didn't smoke 'em all the time, but he was very proud of
it. He'd blow smoke rings. He'd exhale smoke. He loved them.

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