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Along the Trail

The Victoria Standard - - Commentary - CHUCK THOMP­SON

The sec­ond half of this year’s news has ba­si­cally been about two things: Don­ald Trump (OK, the first half also) and the le­gal­iza­tion of cannabis or what we loosely call ‘pot’. The me­dia has been rift with the is­sue ev­ery day, and I mean ev­ery day. There has been so much hand-wring­ing, peo­ple are get­ting blis­ters wor­ry­ing. Left to its own de­vices, the imag­i­na­tion soars.the streets will soon be filled with zom­bie-look­ing crea­tures as the air is filled with the smell of pot. The world as we know it will cease to ex­ist. All those who in­dulge will be­come ad­dicted and they will soon be crawl­ing in your bed­room win­dow. No one will be safe again. Re­lax.

I am of an age that saw pot smok­ing go from an ob­scure sub-cul­ture habit lim­ited mostly to rock bands and long-haired hip­pie types to main stream. It did take 50 years or so. When I first en­tered univer­sity, I of­ten sat at some off-cam­pus party suck­ing on a Ten Penny and won­der­ing why peo­ple were dis­ap­pear­ing into the closet. I kept ex­pect­ing the Amway sales­per­son to jump out. It took a few par­ties for the naïve boy from North Syd­ney to re­al­ize this had noth­ing to do with per­sonal care prod­ucts. Why, I won­dered, did ev­ery­one seem to emerge from these closet meet­ings with smiles plas­tered on their faces for the rest of the night?

Af­ter a few of these par­ties, I learned what the “cool” peo­ple were do­ing. One room­mate smoked and smoked and smoked. If we had to make a class demon­stra­tion, he smoked his head off. If we had too many as­sign­ments, he dis­ap­peared in a cloud of mar­i­juana. The last time I saw him, he was work­ing the back shift at the main postal ter­mi­nal in Hal­i­fax. He also told me he car­ried a gun (I took his word for it) and watched strangers all the time. It was ob­vi­ous that all that time drift­ing in the nether land had made him a sus­pi­cious, para­noid loner. He was the only one who I could point at and say that pot did him a lot of harm. One guy out of hun­dreds is not bad odds, not un­like cof­fee, booze or cig­a­rettes. In this case, it was more about a per­son­al­ity than an ad­dic­tive drug.

But all that is be­hind us now. If we feel so in­clined, we can pile into our car and head to the LC in Syd­ney for our weekly stash. Ap­par­ently, we can also go on­line and have it de­liv­ered right to our home . And all this in the day­light, un­like when the rac­coons roamed the streets of our county at night, de­liv­er­ing any man­ner of il­le­gal drugs. Now the good folks will be mak­ing up lists as they head to Syd­ney: dog food, bird seed, a new shirt or pants, pot. The com­mon list never looked so up­scale. Ash­ley Macisaac camped out all night to be the first cus­tomer at the NSLC. Said he was mak­ing a state­ment. I thought he was get­ting ready for a sale at Best Buy.

Well, it’s un­der­way now and we will all have to see how it plays out. Only time will give us a de­fin­i­tive an­swer.

Next is­sue “Shop­ping for the ev­ery­day pot smoker”.

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