My East Texas grandmother had two homespun proverbs that she used quite often. The first was, “even a blind hog finds an acorn once in a while.” The second was, “even a broken clock is right twice a day.”
I was reminded of my grandmother’s pet phrases when I read The New York Times Editorial Board, declaring, “It’s Time for America to Admit That It Has a Marijuana Problem.” The Times Editorial Board began by acknowledging that it had argued for legalizing marijuana in “a six-part series” in 2014, and in doing so, had underestimated the problems such widespread legalization would bring.
As I was an undergraduate at an Ivy League university in the late 1960s, I was part of the leading edge (born in 1946) of the generation that served as the test pilots for marijuana in the U.S. Anyone remember “Cheech and Chong”?
I know that in my dormitory in the 1968-69 school year, the use of “weed” was pretty widespread. I was in a minority as a nonuser, and I can remember some weekend nights in the late spring of 1969 when I put towels under my door to staunch the smell of marijuana smoke seeping through.
Those I knew who were indulging in smoking marijuana saw themselves as “recreational users,” and though I did not know anyone who had a serious reaction, I heard of a couple of students who had a bad experience.
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