An old buddy dropped by this morning and he looked great. He's in his fifties and still has his hair, lot's of it, everywhere on his head and face. He looks like a wild Harley rider. (oh wait, he is) He's got truck driver grit vibes. (oh yea...)

He's got years of cross country semi driving experience, and his eyes lit up when I told him about the big growers party I attended back in the late seventies, up in the Carmel Valley hills outside Monterey, CA. It's been almost fifty years so I'm comfortable being specific.

These were the scientists that cultivated the products that are now sold legally around the country. Picture thirty to forty grown men, with their long haired hippy wives, walking around a big house with fat hand rolls of their own stuff, looking to share and show it off.

I'm getting buzzed just remembering that night. It was the same place where I took a big bag of leaf from a grower buddy and made the Thanksgiving turkey stuffing with it. Yea, it was an amazing evening, only my lady friend and I knew, and nobody got hurt, just mellowed.