Several years ago, we attended Milwaukee Irish Fest, the annual musical and cultural experience of everything even remotely Irish. While wandering the grounds, we discovered the band, Schooner Fare, a trio of singer-songwriters from Maine that captivated us with their tight harmonies, their musicianship and their enthusiasm. It was a great show.  

After the performance, we bought a CD and made our way to the tables outside of the stage where the singers were signing autographs. We reached the front of the line.  

As we greeted the performers, I was appalled. Two of the three were smoking cigarettes. “You depend on your voices to make your livings!” I heard myself saying. “I take care of people with throat cancer. What are you thinking?” 

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