It was close but no cigars yesterday at 7th and Montana for anyone hoping to get a breath of fresh air. Why? Because a smoker dragged a chair a few yards away and lit up a cigar. As the carcinogenic aroma wafted down 7th street, I was tempted to say something. But the smoker, a friendly 'regular,' was trying to be polite and, as far as I can tell, was within his rights. I guess this is what you'd call a gray -- or smokey -- area.