Somebody really doesn’t want you to read Secondhand Smoke. Last week, an attack of some sort made Google, Firefox, and other sites think coming here could hurt readers’ computers. Joe, the IT guy got rid of it. And now it is back. Don’t you love freedom lovers?
I am sorry for any inconvenience. But such is life in the big city…
Update: IT Joe found the breach in the castle wall and has repaired the source of hostile entry. Hopefully, there will be no further disruptions. Thanks, Joe!
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