Jesse, I'm not sure that you get the gist of my upthrusting jocular jibe here. The thread is gone. And so, like the much-fabled Starcat thread, we are now free to make of it as we wish, posterity-wise, unencumbered by whatever the facts may or may not have been.
You may resume.
On a similar note, however, I enjoyed my Easter Day on a train from Burlington, Vermont back to dear old Philadelphia. There were a couple of stops along the way that allowed me time to pop out for a quick cob of John Cotton's No.1. One of those stops was Penn Station. Only later did I realize that smoking is not allowed on the train platform in NYC. The folks there were friendly and cordial, even got a nod from an Amtrak cop. One fine Caucasian gentleman in tie-dye and dreads asked me what I was smoking. I think he was disappointed by my response.