My hometown was small, but not tiny.
It was technically a “city” based on its population size, but it had a small city atmosphere.
My dad was recognized everywhere both of us went, especially by employees plus shop keepers. Many of the people he went to highcollege with are still living in the same section plus have kids 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 plus brought it back in literal bundles to roll into joints plus 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 prefer to study a book on my iphone while standing at the Pavilion at Cheesman Park; plus 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 time season. There is a marijuana dispensary south of Little Cheesman that often has sales on cannabis concentrates prefer live rosin plus wax. If I believe they’re running a sale plus it’s not the middle of the winter, I’ll plan a long walk down there on my normal saunters in the city. Otherwise I’ll drive my automobile down Williams Street to get there.