This is another photo from our recent trek to Shenandoah National Park. We stopped for lunch on the way, at a local Cracker Barrel restaurant, and sat in the area that was once the smoking section before Virginia outlawed smoking in restaurants. There was still a lot of smoking memorabilia on the walls, including this bright red advert for Chesterfield cigarettes. I noticed it because of the color, but also because Chesterfield was one of the brands my grandmother smoked for years. Well, she didn't so much smoke them as light them and then let them burn themselves out. Sometimes in ashtrays, sometimes on the furniture. But she lived to be eighty-five without ever burning down a house. And who says miracles don't happen anymore?