Limits. We all have them. For instance, this weekend we all got to see what our own personal tolerance for heat was. I already knew mine. Let's just say I prefer a more "polar ice cap" climate.
And even though it was interesting to see what it feels like to live on the surface of the sun for a few days, I prefer days where my flip-flops don't melt to the pavement.
When it comes to smoking in public, I have a greater tolerance than our local ordinances, I suppose. No, I don't endorse smoking, and I have not yet been offered any money by the big tobacco lobbyists to do so in this column. I don't think smoking in public buildings ought to be allowed, but outside? I don't care. Light up. Rock that cancer stick if you want. They're your lungs. If you don't need them, that's not my problem.