My hometown was small, but not tiny.
It was technically a “city” based on its population size, but it had a small village atmosphere.
My dad was recognized everywhere all of us went, especially by employees as well as shop keepers. Many of the people she went to highschool with are still living in the same section as well as have kids of their own now. My dad used cannabis back in the 1970s growing up in the northern midwest. Some of the cannabis came from over the border, while she had friends that also went overseas in boats as well as brought it back in literal bundles to roll into joints as well as 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 lake house before taking a walk down Humboldt Street to get to Cheesman Park. I like to learn a book on my iPhone while sitting at the Pavilion at Cheesman Park; as well as it’s even better when you’re under the influence of cannabis at the same time. I take longer walks when the weather permits, particularly in the Summer season. There is a marijuana dispensary south of Little Cheesman that often has sales on cannabis concentrates like live rosin as well as wax. If I guess they’re running a sale as well as it’s not the middle of the winter, I’ll system a long walk down there on my normal strolls in the town. Otherwise I’ll drive my motorcar down Williams Street to get there.