If California health officials have “declared electronic cigarettes a health threat that should be strictly regulated ...” (Tribune, Jan. 29), why do we continue to overlook the smoke from wood burning?
Is it because the entire issue slithers away from any kind of scrutiny? Is it because we use emotionally deceiving ways to describe the whole unsavory process of what is, essentially, a far-worse health threat than e-cigarettes? We talk in false, glowing terms about wood burning: nice, cozy, a bottle-of-wine-infront-of, nostalgic, nature, home, warming pits, farmers markets, etc. No one calls it what it is: smoke, lung failure, death. What are we afraid of? Our neighbor?