Some Fresh Air Will Do You Some Good

This isn't supposed to be a woe-is-me rant about living with asthma. This is supposed to be my call for a revival of Dickensian seaside outings. Or those tuberculosis camps in upstate New York, where people could cough up blood into a porcelain bowl on the screened in veranda of a historic home watching the woodpeckers and the squirrels in the trees.