A frozen marsh in Pembroke, Maine, it's way down east. F O Bailey took the photo.
One of my good friends was born and grew up in Pembroke, I grew up in another small town farther south - indeed right on the New Hampshire border. We had an egg farm with about 400 hens and a few roosters, some pigs and some sheep.
My Pembroke friend and I share at least one addiction - to beverage alcohol; we are both long sober. If I understood that addiction why didn't I feel I could not quit smoking? Addiction had me in it's grip - the death sticks smoked one after the other. As an example I used to walk five to seven miles everyday (health reasons?), I smoked a death stick about three to the mile. My walking certainly wasn't for health reasons!
When I found a group like this one online (Q) I knew I had support, kind of like I did have support for my other addiction. I find group support to be a most helpful thing, we're lucky to have each other - really lucky. That said thank you everyone for your support, thank you for being here and thank you for not smoking.