Have you ever visited the place you grew up, and found it to be unrecognizable? This has been happening to me a lot lately, because I have had a lot of time off from work and decided to do some traveling.
The COVID quarantine made me miss traveling, so I decided to hit a few of my old haunts across the country.
The first bar where I got drunk with a fake ID is now a T-Mobile store, and what was once a 1 story building is now 6 stories. I tried to track down the old pizza joint I used to love, and found that it was now a cannabis dispensary. Never one to waste a trip, I went inside to see if they would honor my medical marijuana card from my home state. Where I live there are legal cannabis dispensaries for medicinal use, so they are like pharmacies and require a state sponsored card as well as an insurance card. It turns out this state has legalized recreational marijuana use, so they didn’t give a crap about my card. Any legal adult with the money to spend can walk into a cannabis dispensary and buy what they want. I love it, that here cannabis is treated the same as pain reliever or cough drops, and doesn’t have to be such a big deal. I spent an hour walking around this amazing cannabis dispensary, which wasn’t like ours back at home. This was warm, cozy, with chairs to sit and relax, a coffee cart, and a smokers lounge for sampling cannabis.