re: #302 darthstar

I started dipping (Copenhagen) when I was 10 as I grew up in ranch country in Northern California. It was 40 cents a can (1974). I first “quit” when I was 27 and dating my first wife. I “took it up” for a weekend at a music festival in 2003 and it was three years before I was able to quit again. During a stressful time at work a year ago, I started dipping again. Just quit three weeks ago - during a major software release I was leading the QA effort on. I think this time I’m done for good, but it really is tough stuff to give up, as you can take a dip any time you want…even in meetings with CEOs.

Congrats on your sobriety. Good luck with it.

My mother hated “dippers” with a vengeance. She worked as an assistant librarian at a college library in the mid-80s. No smoking, food, or drinking in the library (of course). Since the dippers couldn’t openly spit, they’d wander into the stacks, open a book, and spit into the book.

Just the sort of thing that would get one angry at a community for the ignorant, inconsiderate, and obnoxious behavior of a few.

I caught one doing that while working in a library in college myself in about the same time. Threw the guy out (which took a call to security before he took me seriously.)