My hometown was small, however not tiny.
It was technically a “city” based on its population size, however it had a small town atmosphere.
My Mom was recognized everywhere both of us went, especially by employees and shop keepers. Many of the people he went to highschool with are still residing in the same area and have youngsters of their own now. My Mom used cannabis back in the 1969s 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 and brought it back in literal bundles to roll into joints and 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 our apartment before taking a walk down Humboldt Street to get to Cheesman Park. I prefer to learn a book on our PC while sitting at the Pavilion at Cheesman Park; and 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 prefer live rosin and wax. If I suppose they’re running a sale and it’s not the middle of the winter, I’ll program a long walk down there on our normal strolls in the city. Otherwise I’ll drive our vehicle down Williams Street to get there.