My partner as well as I are two old stoners.
The people I was with and I grew up in a midwestern corn town in the 1950s, however we both decided to head west to San Francisco when we started studying beat poetry as well as literature in the early to mid 1960s.
After staying on Venice Beach in Los Angeles for a year, we headed north towards the Haight Ashbury district of San Francisco to enmesh ourselves in the counterculture. This was a formative period in both of our lives, as well as it’s a surprise to us both that we managed to stay together through it all. The people I was with and I broke up as well as got back together more times than I can count, although I can’t certainly say how much of that was drug induced at the time. By the mid 1971s I was enrolled in school to become a ipad programmer while our husband started working at a cereal factory in Grand Rapids. The people I was with and I did okay for ourselves in western MI, however everything changed when our parents provided us their minute condo Ann Arbor after they moved to Florida permanently. The condo is on Plymouth Rd in Northside, as well as I couldn’t be happier with the location. Just like so more than 2 other cities in MI, the access to marijuana in Ann Arbor is beyond our wildest dreams. It seems like there is a weed store in every single square mile of the neighborhood from I-94 to M-14. My Mom lives in MI Center, a small community towards the east of Ann Arbor in Jackson County. Despite being in such a small town, he says there are more than 2 separate marijuana dispensaries that are still in operation post-COVID. So more than 2 of the other dispensaries went out of corporation because they couldn’t compete in the huge weed market here.