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This is the scoreboard. Every name here belongs to somebody who put down the cigarettes and wrote in to say so. First names and states only. If you slip, write me and I'll change your date, no lecture. Starting over isn't losing. Quitting quitting is losing.
To get on the board, send your first name, your state, your quit date and a line about it to [email protected]. I add new names on Sunday nights.
| Name |
Quit date |
In their words |
Jeffrey Texas | Sept. 20, 1999 | Day six!!! My wife says I'm a bear. I say bears don't smoke. |
Jacqueline New York | Sept. 13, 1999 | Two weeks tomorrow. Chewing coffee stirrers at my desk. Do not talk to me before ten. |
Kenneth Indiana | Aug. 30, 1999 | Quit the day I came home from the hospital with a heart scare. I'm 51. Don't wait for the scare. |
Angela Georgia | Aug. 1, 1999 | Expecting baby number two. Quit for her. Staying quit for me. |
Thomas Kentucky | July 4, 1999 | Independence Day, get it? I work second shift at Randell's plant. I walk the laps now too. |
Deanna Iowa | June 1, 1999 | Cold turkey. Took up knitting to keep my hands busy. Everybody I know is getting a scarf for Christmas. |
Benny Alabama | May 17, 1999 | Third try. This is the one that sticks. |
Charlene Ohio | Mar. 15, 1999 | The patch and a lot of prayer. Six months and the curtains don't smell anymore. |
Curtis North Carolina | Jan. 1, 1999 | Same day as Randell! Race you to a year, Kentucky. Go Heels. |
Randell Kentucky | Jan. 1, 1999 | The fellow who made this page. Race accepted, Curtis. Go Cats. |
Linda Tennessee | Nov. 19, 1998 | The Great American Smokeout. I meant to do it for one day. That was ten months ago. |
Karin Washington | Sept. 2, 1998 | Year one was the hard one. Year two is easy. Hang in there, newbies. |
Helen Pennsylvania | April 1996 | Smoked forty years and quit at sixty-one. I can climb the stairs to my grandkids' rooms without stopping. |
Joanne New Mexico | Feb. 14, 1995 | My Valentine's present to my husband. Best present I ever gave him, he says. |
Dorothy Missouri | Summer 1988 | Eleven years. I still dream about it once in a while, and I wake up glad. You can do it, honey. |
Shirley Kentucky | Oct. 1987 | My doctor said quit or else. I picked quit. Twelve years this October. |
Add those up and it's something like thirty-six years of not smoking on one page. Not bad for a bunch of quitters.
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