My parents quit smoking in the 70s, but Mom started again in the 80s and still smokes when she’s in Europe, where you don’t have to stand in a drippy-ceiling section of the parking garage to have a cigarette.
Dad went to the club regularly, both before he retired from the Navy and after, when he was working as a contractor, because you could get cheap drinks and hang out with peers while waiting out the worst of rush hour.
After they moved to The Villages in 2000 or so, he didn’t keep a membership at a military base, but there was a “Navy Club” that would rent one of the country club facilities from time to time to recreate the Old Days.