My hometown was small, but not tiny.
It was technically a “city” based on its population size, but it had a small neighborhood atmosphere.
My dad was recognized everywhere we went, especially by employees & shop keepers. Many of the people he went to highschool with are still living in the same area & have adolescents of their own now. My dad used cannabis back in the 1976s growing up in the northern midwest. Some of the cannabis came from over the border, while he had friends that also went overseas in boats & brought it back in literal bundles to roll into joints & smoke. Back then most of the weed was pollinated so it had lots of seeds. Nowadays cannabis products usually only sell unpollinated female plants, formerly called “sensimilla.” At least that’s how all of the cannabis flower jars come from the dispensaries here in Denver. It’s nice to smoke a bowl of dried flower buds in my cabin before taking a walk down Humboldt Street to get to Cheesman Park. I prefer to learn a book on my iphone while sitting at the Pavilion at Cheesman Park; & it’s even better when you’re under the influence of cannabis at the same time. I take longer walks when the weather permits, recognizably in the summer time season. There is a marijuana dispensary south of Little Cheesman that often has sales on cannabis concentrates prefer live rosin & wax. If I assume they’re running a sale & it’s not the middle of the winter, I’ll plan a long walk down there on my normal meanders in the neighborhood. Otherwise I’ll drive my car down Williams Street to get there.