Fresh air
We took our friends who are visiting from Wisconsin out to one of our favorite watering holes, The Sharp Edge. Its massive beer selection and acceptable food makes it an attractive destination for a night out. However, the thick pall of cigarette smoke that usually hangs over the bar turns us off from going there as often as we’d like.
But no more. In what I hope is a growing trend, regardless of the asinine wranglings of the court system (from all sides), our hapless legislature’s moves to enact a ban, and the unfair nature of the proposed ban (bars and restaurants: yes; the new casino: no), places like The Sharp Edge are instituting no-smoking policies on their own.
Spending time there without my eyes watering and leaving with (relatively) fresh-smelling clothes and hair made my night. I think I’m going to type up a form letter supporting these kind of bans, and whenever I have an inkling to go out somewhere that still permits smoking, I’ll send them my missive instead. It just feels like the right thing to do.
