Gosh - what have I started. I do remember when I as a smoker, In the early 70's, asking on my first assignment to New York whether anyone could give me a fag...........................................
Just laughing as I grew up in San Francisco
Faggots was another reference to gathered firewood of kindling size.
Growing up in SF must have been a pretty eye opening experience. Having contracted hepatitis through a bad transfusion in the 1960's I spent way to much time in a Veterans Administration Hospital in SF and was in the infectious disease clinic; now that was scary and sad all rolled into on place.
