Geez, a guy makes a small reference to cigar smoking, and all of a sudden he's "Up in Smoke!"
Tough crowd.
But seriously, if I had such a viewing device, I would never leave. The family and the job would suffer.
Excerpt from Robert Crais' "The Monkey's Raincoat:" "She took another microscopic bite of her sandwich, then pushed it away. Maybe she absorbed nutrients from her surroundings."
