Cannabis’ multifaceted nature cries out for a new breed of specialist, a cross between an economist and a botanist, self-trained to evaluate the economic firepower of a magical herb.
As the 767 carrying your faithful correspondent streaks across Greenland’s vast, desolate expanse, I’m wondering if the vibrant, decadent scene that dazzled me and everybody else back in the 70’s is still going strong under the heel of the cannabis-averse Christian Democratic Party.
The cannabis gods tested our will to endure tsuris that would have shaken Winston “one damned thing after another” Churchill to the core. Did we ace these tests? Well, we got the answers right, only we exceeded the time limit — by six months. Whoops!
Three years plus into pot’s tempestuous tenancy on Main Street, Denver can rightfully stake a claim as Planet Earth’s premier cannabiz incubator. Our man in the Mile High City watched the drama unfold.