Mike Gillin just called to ask me a favor. He asked me not to put in the newspaper that I saw him smoking in front of the Knights of Columbus.
"My wife will kill me," he said.
I told him I'd already put in on this blog.
"I know," he said. "That's how she found out."
I will say this. I didn't actually see him smoking. I saw him with a cigarette in his mouth. If he wants to tell his wife he wasn't smoking it, that's up to him. There are worse habits.
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