can * nois * seur ( Kan' us sur' ), n. one competent to render critical judgement on the qualities and merits of Cannabis.

Finding ourselves in Berkeley we paid a surprise (to us ) visit to Patient's Care Collective at
2590 Telegraph Avenue. The facade has no signage, the windows and doors covered by white curtains. We were told that the original prescription paperwork plus ID is required to enter. Inside the decor is also white. We were met by a pair of smiling desk clerks who took our information, registered us, and explained the house rules. The sterile decor and process reminded us of giving blood. However the staff was never less than enthusiastic and friendly. Afterwards we were directed inside where the budtenders carefully went over the selection which included oils, concentrates, kif and various edibles. First time visitors are given a tasty, caramel treat. We were also shown the top shelf herb and second-shelf ( less expensive ) boo.
We chose a $17 gram of Power Plant which is a combo of two South African strains.
A pale green bud with gold threads dusted with white resin, this easygoing Sativa is buoyant and feathery, like an exotic bird soaring across the lush veldt. More physical than most, PP
is light and bright, with a relatively modest arc that leaves one feeling optimistic. Especially about efficiently handled clinics like Patient's Care Collective.


Travel Note: In my earlier post i mentioned taking a driveaway car to LA. Now back in the day a good, inexpensive way to transport oneself from point to point, was to check the classified ads in the newspaper ( talk about stone age ) for Driver Wanted or Driveway Cars. The listers were firms that delivered cars from New York to La, or Chicago, or Miami, whatever...Their clients were usually professionals who had moved and wanted to keep their ride. The drivers were usually young people looking for a deal. (they received $50 or $60 at the end of the trip). The length of time given to reach LA was seven days. This meant straight driving, no stopping in Vegas along the way. It was definitely hipper than a Greyhound, especially if you were traveling heavy.
And rolling into Hollywood in a new, gold Cadillac Eldorado, was the only way to go.

Suggested Reading: Rain Gods by James Lee Burke