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He hasn’t even taken office yet, but the words of Mayor-Elect Mike McGinn have already perked some citizens’ ears.

My ears are wide open,  Mayor McGinn believes pot should not only be legal, but also taxed. He says “We recognize that, you know, like alcohol, it’s something that should be regulated, not treated as a criminal activity. And I think that’s where the citizens of Seattle want us to go,” Oh! Oh! YES that is exactly what I want I have waited years for this. McGinn asked for the public’s help identifying the issues he should tackle as mayor. Topping the list was light rail expansion. The second slot went to legalizing pot. I remember a poll in the STRANGER. Now McGinn, as well as state leaders, are talking about it. McGinn says the drug should be legalized and also taxed to offset some of the city’s financial problems. THANK YOU MAYOR MIKE, THANK YOU STRANGER,  THANK YOU KOMO.  Listen to this McGinn slams  a home run saying  “I think if every elected official who ever smoked marijuana voted to legalize it, it’d probably be legalized in an instant,” he said;  how right on is that?.
State Rep. Mary Lou Dickerson, D-Seattle, is sponsoring a bill that would do just that. She says “Prohibition didn’t work for alcohol, and it’s not working for marijuana,” Dickerson says the state’s ineffective policies on marijuana are costing taxpayers money. She recognizes there will be opponents to her idea. But she thinks many people, including the mayor, are ready for change. She is right We have all known this for years but NOW we have legislators with guts enough to come out and lay the stash on the table. Only Legislators who support this well get my vote We need big time media help up here in Washington state to inform people and legislators that cannabis is less harmful then other things like HIGH FRUCTOSE CORN SYRUP. People who live in Washington state or in California should call write and E-mail state senators and reps and tell them they wont get your vote unless they  support marijuana legalization.  We have to come out and do this or we will still be looking over our shoulders every time we light up…


This is last post until the first of the year when will I will be back to take on the attractions and distractions of life.



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h74306In September 1958 seventeen years old just out of navy boot camp I ended up  in Long Beach California reporting on board my first ship a troop transport the USS Talladega moored to a buoy off the fleet landing. It was late in the day so they just checked me aboard gave me a liberty card pointed out my bunk and locker.
“Make sure you are at quarters 0600 Monday”
As I waited for the very next boat back to the beach I met two of my new shipmates  Kenny and Letch
“Hang with us; there is not shit to do here unless are you twenty one”.
“Im not”
The street from the landing ran in and out of a waterfront amusement park
Soon we were standing outside the greasiest window in the world…
“Star café this and the pike we just walked through are all of it”
Inside the star  jumped the juke box blasted a even mix of rock and soul and a light breeze of jazz and blues, packed with moving dancing bodies, the air is foggy with smoke, smelling musty and exotic. I lost track of Kenny and Letch. A woman popped up in front of me flashed a sandwich bag of something at me.
She disappeared and Letch appeared in the sea of bodes and faces.  
“Take a walk?”
I followed him out the door and we walked down to a bench right on the seawall.
Letch held up a brown roll your own.
“Its grass do you smoke it?”.
“Ah you mean dope?”.
“No just weed; cheapest drunk you will ever have, wanna try it”.
“Will I be addicted or nuts from it?”.
Letch just laughed and lit up.
“Its called a joint, inhale deep and hold it in”
I did and choked coughing and spitting all at the same time.
“SHIT oh shit!”
“Try again”
This time I held the smoke in.
“I don’t feel any thing”
Letch took his toke and handed the joint back to me the lights of the harbor got sharper and brighter as we finished I stood up and felt 30 feet tall the voices and other sounds from the pike were super clear as we walked back to the star my senses seamed so fine tuned I could hear all the pistons pumping and firing in ever car on ocean boulevard. Back in the star I picked up on the music right away a woman stepped up and stared dancing with me then I saw her along the wall Mary Jane.
“How much”
“Ten a lid”
She flashed the Baggie, I handed over the bill she pushed the bag in my pocket. I have smoked a lot of pot in the fifty years since then and I have never regretted it, never been addicted to anything except coffee I still smoke it today

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