That's funny. Belair cigarettes. A long time ago I was living with this girl and we went to get cigarettes. I said, "Let's try these Belair's". She said O.K. We got home and lit up. She took a drag and had a fit. Oh, damn it. You knew all along that those were menthol. I told her I didn't. She had to go back to the store and get her regulars.
When she got home I was watching TV and she sat down and started to open her pack. I said, "Are you sure you don't want a Belair"? They sure are good. She said "No!", and looked away and stared to giggle. I'd waited awhile and then I'd say, "Are you sure you don't want to try one of these again? They sure are smooth." She'd say "Oh, shut up", and we'd start to giggle and then laugh. I told her it was too bad she had to make a trip all the way back to the store. It went on most of the afternoon with variations on the theme.
What fun days. Norge washer and dryer, Eureka vacuum with the square gold bag and cord real, everything was analog and hardly anything broke. No cell phones or computers to bother you. We weren't as crowded and we were happy. What a wonderful simple time. Of course being young didn't hurt anything.