Having alighted back in Southern California after being absent for 35 years*, I can only quote biblical verse. "I have led you forty years in the wilderness: your clothes are not waxen old upon you, and thy shoe is not waxen old upon thy foot." (Deuteronomy 29:5). Unlike Moses and his crew however, my clothes are old, but as a nod to biblical times, I only wear sandals today. Also unlike Moses, God is not passing judgment on my sartorial bearing.
I knew that having traveled and travailed over time that I had arrived at the promise land. This arrival became apparent when we got off of Interstate 10 just south of Needles to gas up. As we exited the interstate, there I did behold not the burning bush but a pot dispensary. Big as shit there it was. There before me was this small rather old and somewhat run down building and painted on the side of the building was this great green cross. Now keep in mind that this was not the Jesus kind of cross but one like that of the Red Cross except it was not red, it was green. Surly it was a sign. Even though there were no great thunder claps (it was desert hot and there are no thunder claps when it is desert hot) or celestial choir singing (although there was some Marvin Gaye going on the sound system in the car), I knew it was a sign immediately. Why? Because it was painted on the side of that old building that's why! My son then began telling me about the new world that I was returning to and the pot laws in California that the anti-Christ Attorney general is trying to do away with.
Well here we are not more than several weeks into our new life and today we got Carol here credentials for medical marijuana and went to a dispensary near by ( about 10 miles away nearby). Now keep in mind you will not be confronted by some dude in a white lab coat looking over his shoulder for the DEA but real people that are in the business of growing and selling the medicine directly to the consumer. The med in this case is not approved by the FDA or the DEA or the FBI but is approved by those that over the years have developed the art of designing pot for specific conditions. I did have a moment of nostalgia for the old days when you would get a dime bag, sort out the stems, roll the "J" then relax. Not now. Now it comes in prescription bottles. (I forgot to look for child proof caps). Any way we got Carol, her "meds" and now she is relaxed watching Dr. Who on the TV in the next room and all is well in this new world promised land.
* Moses wandered in the Sinai and other places of interest for 40 years. I was gone for only 35. I beat the bastard by 5 years
