A follow up story a bit later in the day says October 17th will be the first day of legal grass.
So at midnight, as Tuesday turns into Wednesday, all across the nation there will be a screech from many a radio station as they pull the needle across the record that’s playing and suddenly Quicksilver Messenger Service’s “Fresh Air” will be heard. And that will segue into 24 hours of songs related to the topic.
But what will that music mean when the stuff us legal? Will “Outside a Small Circle of Friends” no longer be relevant, or seen as a reminder of the dark period? What about Ringo’s song, claiming he doesn’t smoke it? What about David Peel’s output? Suddenly do Cheech and Chong stop being funny? Twenty years ago Martha Chavez had a joke about fine print on frozen brownies, I can’t remember the actual joke. But the jokes will change, as will the warnings, nothing about the effects, unless you’re a minor, or driving, but about the munchies or driving while under the influence. What happens when visitors go back to their country?
It’s been 46 years since I could have, but never have. The day it becomes legal here is the week before my 59th birthday. I guess there will be special brownies, not that all brownies aren’t special
Of course, some provinces don’t want home growing. I knew someone in 1972 who grew it in a closet, then a decade later someone who claimed he got more out of growing it and processing it than smoking it. And no chance to see if Mountain Girl was an expert on growing it
