I got a kick from a photo of a billboard an acquaintance sent to me after a recent trip to the West Coast.
“Cannabis delivered,” the large sign read, in big, bold letters. The sign rests atop a one-story-high and one-block-long stretch of a building complex that also houses an establishment that proudly calls itself a dive bar and another that sells “pet cookies.”
Google the California-based company, Eaze.com, whose name appears on the sign, and the first entry that pops up is a more direct message: “Marijuana delivered.”
This is but one eyebrow-raising example for baby boomers like me that times have surely changed in some places. We did not need such billboards in my old neighborhood in a city and state that are now also contemplating such a move.
The peddlers, ranging from a friend of a friend to hardcore dealers, hand-delivered bags of various qualities (no seeds, please) at schools, parties,