AND OFF THEY GO IN A CLOUD OF SMOKE

Let the Marlboro Man head down Route 66 to a sane place, like the Mojave Desert, where he can light up and take a long, unrestricted drag--and I hope Joe Camel goes with him (“Endangered Man,” by Mary Melton, So SoCal, Dec. 15). At least there, in open country, they won’t have us inhaling their smoke or listening to their hacking coughs.

There they can suffer and die in peace. Then, perhaps, the rest of us, including our children, will have a chance to live our lives more safely.

Patricia Batatian

San Marino

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I don’t smoke, but the Marlboro Man stays.

Damiana Aravez

Los Angeles

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The last paragraph of “Endangered Man” made my blood boil. Why does Los Angeles feel compelled to send all its garbage to the desert?

Nancy L. Crosby

Twentynine Palms