What is next?
Along the Trail
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”.