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My parents were both born in the early 40s, but individually have a different outlook at the world. Back in the late 80s or early 90s, I can't pin down the year, we were on vacation in Asheville, N.C., where we visited an old hippie's artisan wood shop. The guy had long, thin gray hair down to the middle of his back in a ponytail and was wearing a tan dad cap that had a leaf and big green letters spelling out CANNABIS SATIVA.

When we got back in the car, my mom and I laughed about the old hippie's hat.

My dad asked, "What the hell is Cannabis Sativa?"

 
I don't think there is anything inherently sinful or evil about smoking pot.

But <<putting on my old crank hat>> a few things:

1) The last time I smoked pot was in the 1980s, maybe it was the early 90s, I don't know. I didn't smoke a lot -- just a few times. The pot you could get was weak compared to the stuff I smell all around me now. Even with that weak stuff. ... my observation in college was that a lot of the people I saw smoking a lot got LAZY from it. Gross generalization, but my thoughts at the time were that it saps your ambition. I can't imagine what that strong stuff is doing to a generation now. I suspect it's not good, in the aggregate.

2) But my big problem today isn't that I care whether anyone smokes. It's none of my business what you do to your body. ... even though I do think it's probably not very smart, long-term healthwise; still, that is your choice and I shouldn't have anything to do with it. What bugs me is smelling it everywhere I go. I find it obnoxious. If you want to smoke, smoke. Decency (if not the law) should dictate that you do it away from others and don't make it so I have to walk through a block of your likely harmful second-hand smoke when I am on the street going somewhere.
 
I've smoked it once in my life, and the one thing I remember was getting insanely hungry.
I'm talking anything that was in the cabinets was thrown onto a skillet and cooked up.
 
I don't think there is anything inherently sinful or evil about smoking pot.

But <<putting on my old crank hat>> a few things:

1) The last time I smoked pot was in the 1980s, maybe it was the early 90s, I don't know. I didn't smoke a lot -- just a few times. The pot you could get was weak compared to the stuff I smell all around me now. Even with that weak stuff. ... my observation in college was that a lot of the people I saw smoking a lot got LAZY from it. Gross generalization, but my thoughts at the time were that it saps your ambition. I can't imagine what that strong stuff is doing to a generation now. I suspect it's not good, in the aggregate.

2) But my big problem today isn't that I care whether anyone smokes. It's none of my business what you do to your body. ... even though I do think it's probably not very smart, long-term healthwise; still, that is your choice and I shouldn't have anything to do with it. What bugs me is smelling it everywhere I go. I find it obnoxious. If you want to smoke, smoke. Decency (if not the law) should dictate that you do it away from others and don't make it so I have to walk through a block of your likely harmful second-hand smoke when I am on the street going somewhere.

Yes, strains are more potent now. That's why state-approved shops provide that info to customers, so they'll know how much to smoke or ingest.

As for the laziness aspect, I suspect correlation is not causation. Many high-performing folks now use cannabis either medicinally or recreationally.

I say all that as a former pothead in the 80s and 90s. I've not gotten my medicinal card because the state has decided if you get one, you aren't supposed to own firearms. I'd rather go hunting than get high. My only brush with it in more than 20 years was during a trip to Denver a few years ago. I stopped in a shop and got a THC-laced chocolate bar, then went back to my hotel room to eat it and watch a thunderstorm roll in off the Rockies. It was a nice mellow high and felt about like I do after four beers.
 
I really enjoyed just being able to go into a dispensary in Montreal and buy a little box of joints. The problem was I had two left about three hours before my flight back to the States and I was told you have to smoke them before you get to the airport. So I slam both of them and catch an Uber. That was a hell of a ride. I'm sure the driver was amused with me.
 
I really enjoyed just being able to go into a dispensary in Montreal and buy a little box of joints. The problem was I had two left about three hours before my flight back to the States and I was told you have to smoke them before you get to the airport. So I slam both of them and catch an Uber. That was a hell of a ride. I'm sure the driver was amused with me.
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When I was a freshman in college in 1974, going through orientation, I met a girl from Boston. When I later picked her up to go on a date, I saw that her parent's home was at minimum upper middle class, probably more. She blew my mind when she told me that she had to hide her dope from her parents because if they found it they'd smoke it all up.

I still find it funny.
 
There are no 'holy days of obligation' in the happy club- and it's also Hitler's birthday, not a day to be felicitating anything worthy and good.
 
I started going to a dispensary when it was legalized in CA a few years ago. The cannabis available today compared to my youth 35+ yrs ago is like a Tesla vs. a '65 Mustang.

The component that's missing (for me) is that unlike before, I'm not blissfully in school, without any financial responsibilities, and my entire adult future in front of me. That, along with the cannabis, made the "high" so much better then.
 
I started going to a dispensary when it was legalized in CA a few years ago. The cannabis available today compared to my youth 35+ yrs ago is like a Tesla vs. a '65 Mustang.

The component that's missing (for me) is that unlike before, I'm not blissfully in school, without any financial responsibilities, and my entire adult future in front of me. That, along with the cannabis, made the "high" so much better then.

I look at it differently
I think of when I was in college, and if I could possibly envision a day when I could go to a store, run by the government, and buy not only weed but also edibles, which were not around when I was a lad
In retirement, with disposable income to enjoy it and without a job to keep me away from it, life is good
 

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