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Can * nois * eur ( Kan' us sur' ), n. one competent to render critical judgement on the qualities and merits of cannabis

"The most amazing property of cannabis is its ability to fog the minds of those who do not use it."

Heads Up: We dropped by Re-Leaf, 1284 Mission @ 9th for a quick survey of what's available and discovered a bona-fide bargain. Kongo Kush, a fluffy hybrid is available at $25 the eighth. While sceptical at first, a taste test proved most positive. Strong and mellow, this strain is Indica dominant and was quite effective in cooling out the side effects of a medical procedure--as well as grooving some relaxing TV time.
There is another strain, Grape Mendicino, available at the same righteous price but we have yet to taste.


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As soon as i landed in New York i called the Twins. Annie invited me to crash in their West Side pad and i gratefully accepted. There was a lot happening and the Twins were at the hub. The night i arrived, i slipped away from the nightly party and went to bed, exhausted by the flight, and ready to tackle the next day's biz. About one in the a.m. i was awakened by Annie and a smiling young, black dude. This cat was an up and coming jazz pianist named Herbie Hancock.
They were all about to drop acid and invited me to join, but i knew i wasn't ready. Just off a plane, tired, wired and underfed, i said thanks Herbie, but Pasadena.
Now Lady M and i had a system. She would send me Baalbek's Best, care of American Express.
i would retrieve it, and send her a plane ticket to NYC. Before she left Rome, she would dispatch the rest. Meanwhile i hit the ground running trying to get work as an actor.
My lean, hungry, long-haired look got me a few interviews but i was still too rad for the room.
Life at the Twins place was a nightly cavalcade. One night it was acid, the next junk. But the junkies were far from enlightened. One morning a young guest who used a telephone cord to tie up, came into the bedroom to ask if i had stolen his wallet. There were also any number of loose ladies on the set but i was determined to stay faithful. Lady M and i had shared a great adventure, and i doubted if any of these NY dolls were up to the challenge. But it was tempting as hell.
Another of the Twins' guests at that time was Paul Krassner, editor of The Realist. i offered him a hit of my good hash, but at the time Krassner had yet to toke up. In fact he seemed rather
disapproving.
Anyway, the first batch arrived at the AMEX postal service, and was out the door by the next day. i wired Lady M her travel money and starting looking for an apartment.



Next: Man About Town



Reccomended Listening : Takin' Off by Herbie Hancock

Goodbye Haifa, Hello Broadway

Can * nois * seur ( kan' us sur' ), n. One competent to render critical judgement on the qualities and merits of cannabis

"The most amazing property of cannabis is its ability to fog the minds of those who do not use it."



HEADS UP: Sparc, San Francisco's newest and brightest MM dispensary, located at 1256 Mission Street is holding a few dynamite outdoor strains at down to earth prices. Most notable is their Sour Diesel at $50 per quarter ( that's 1/4) or $175 the entire Z. Its slick package boasts
a 19.4 % THC content and it delivers as advertised. Sweet, well-cured, with a nice burn, this full-budded Sativa, starts building from jump street and keeps going skyward from there. Both active and contemplative, with a long, easy arc--it lingers for a while after gently depositing you back on the planet.
And the price is equally friendly.



Goodbye Haifa, Hello Broadway


Passover at our Tel Aviv hotel proved to be an eye-opener. The management assigned us to a dining table screened off from the rest of the room by potted palms on three sides. (One side open to allow the waiter to slip us some food.) All this was cool with us since we were trying to stay under the radar which was difficult, considering Lady M was a striking blond, and i was long haired and deeply tanned. Still, we managed to keep to ourselves until the second night. While we were taking a short walk, a white-haired woman literally popped out from behind a bush.
"Shhh," she said, "You're not Jewish, don't tell anybody, I'm not Jewish too."
Turns out the lady owned the hotel, having taken over when her Jewish husband died. But by law in Israel, (1965), a non Jewish person couldn't own own a hotel, and if the widow was found out, she would lose the property.
Why did she tell us? Ask Dostoevsky. Obviously she had a need to tell someone, and we were
far enough outside her circle to safely confess. However, as a naive American i assumed Israel was the land of freedom, justice, and we are all in this together, harvesting democracy. Travel is a great enlightener. ( As of this day, only 17% of Americans have passports)
Tel Aviv itself was a surprisingly bustling city, reminiscent of New York, with a constant hustle at its core. After months on an island, and touring mostly mellow, third world villages, the big city beat was both overwhelming and infectious. From there we went to Haifa to meet our ship, and we saw a kinder, gentler Israel. A seaside community with surrounding orchards, the pace was cool and groovy ( "in the parlance of the time") A few days on the beach and then aboard ship for a three-day cruise to Naples. Customs in Italy are always casual, and we were off to Roma on the rapidissimo. A quick cappucino in the Eternal City and i was flying to Manhattan, to take care of business, and begin my new life...

Next: Man About Town

Recommended Viewing: Boardwalk Empire directed by Martin Scorcese HBOTV

(with a shout out to Spec4 James Butler US Infantry )