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 don't use it."
Heads Up: At the moment the best high quality, low budget herb can be found at Re-Leaf at 1284 Mission Street, San Francisco. The dispensary has a liberal discount policy. While a bit pricier, Medathrive delivers premium strains, and offers varied discounts. Check their website. Igzactly 420 at 527 Howard Street is doing some aggressive marketing on their most interesting strains. Worth a browse. But be warned, there's sales tax on top of the stated prices.
Into the Breach
While poised on the brink (and i use the word advisedly) of 1970, it might be useful to review some of the broad strokes of the Sixties. Most notably, three major forces in American society had been assassinated (JFK, MLK and RFK) all by a lone gunman, if you believe the kangaroo court findings on the official record. Parallel to this was the rise of the Hippy movement: part spiritual, part idealistic, part sexual, part political, and part economic. In 1965 half of America was under the age of 30 and was on the road in one way or another. Right alongside was the breaking of censorship restrictions on word and film. Rock music provided a glorious soundtrack to these momentous events as we rushed headlong into the future. Personally, since my discharge from the army in 1960, i had been married, acted on Broadway, divorced, driven coast to coast, sailed off on a middle-east adventure, returned with the mysterious Lady M, and in the last 3 years, had gone from the lowest point in my life to the highest: waiting for my first novel to be published. The film rights had already been optioned by college chum Ray Lofaro who was cutting a wide swath, in the world of TV commercials. However all this was not without personal tragedy. My old friend Bruce Erb, one of the few to help me when i was busted, had died. Bruce had left for Mexico with his wife Arlene ( also a high school friend) and his children Derek and Jill, to write. Somewhere along the line they split up. Bruce went to San Francisco where i hooked him up with Luigi Alfano. But Bruce was depressed by the breakup and returned to Paterson NJ, hoping to reconcile. However before that could happen Bruce went out drinking and never returned. The victim of too much alcohol and an unusually freezing night, he died of hypothermia. Then too were all those who fell victim to drug ODs and the living death of heroin addiction. The new freedom was taking its toll. As was the Vietnam war, which had expanded like a tumor since JFK's murder. Oddly enough ( i call it Karma), i drew the same freighter that had taken me on my first adventure in 1964--the good ship Tuhobic. Even odder, when i went aboard i found my old running buddy Jerry Cole, who was seeing a friend off. And there was news floating around the ship...Art Garfunkle was on board.
(In which i reprint the day-by-day log i kept of the Tohobic's voyage across the great Atlantic.)
I LOVE it Frank!!!
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