When Daddy smoked cigars

My father was stoutly opposed to the use of tobacco. He did not like it, and none of our family smoked during my years at home. So unaccustomed were we to tobacco smoke that it was always a real problem for me to breathe easily in a room containing smoke. There were, however, a couple of exceptions to this non-tobacco experience. On at least a couple of occasions someone gave Daddy a stogie as a new baby handout. (I don't remember the gender at this late date.) I do remember that Daddy lit them up and smoked them with obvious relish, which sort of surprised us.