re: Boomer444's 2013 Indoor & Outdoor Grows
For all you story tellers out there, here is the start of something I have been writing off and on for a year or so I call it
Dancing with Mary Jane
I’ll never forget the first time I met Mary Jane. She was at a party I had gone to sometime during my Senior year in high school. She was a scary one, for sure. I had heard all sorts of troubling things about her from fellow students as well as some adults that I had great respect for. If so many people thought that of her, they must be right, right? She showed no interest in me and I none in her. Funny how life is! I didn’t realize just how big a part she would play in my life.
Years went by and I ended up in college studying art education. One Friday evening I was invited to a party downstairs in somebody’s dorm room. I hadn’t met too many people yet, so it was an excellent time to make some more acquaintances. As I walked into the room there was something familiar, it was Mary Jane! I recognized her from across the room. She hadn’t changed much and in fact as I approached her I noticed she was wearing the same fragrance she had the night we first met. She didn’t seem as scary as she once had, maybe because I had matured into a young adult and was able to now form my own opinions or maybe it was that she just seemed different to me, but the thought of being with her just didn’t feel the same as it once had. We seemed to hit it off that night and I soon found myself wanting to see her on a regular basis. As the months went by we didn’t get to see each other as much as I had hoped and inevitably we lost track of each other once again.
My college years were not very consistent for me and I became bored with college life and decided to drop out and go to work with my parents in their interior decorating business. I ended up being a well paid gopher for my mom and dad, learning the ins and outs of the business. In the summer of 1973, while visiting some acquaintances at their campground in Oak Creek Canyon, who do you think happened to show up? It was Mary Jane. As I sat there, I wondered why, after all this time, she had shown up again, but there she was staring at me from across the campfire. I wanted to share some memories with her, but I had to be at work in the morning so I excused myself from the reunion and headed down the canyon road towards town.
I hadn’t been on the road very long when out of the blue a passenger bus came at me in my lane. Did I mention that this particular road wound along the side of the creek and in places, like where I encountered the bus, it was cut out of the side of the mountain? I put my Ranchero into a panic skid and hit the bus at 50 miles an hour. The bus was also traveling at 50 miles per hour so the impact was that of a 100 miles per hour crash. The bus ended up over the embankment and I ended up pinned under the dash of my car facing the opposite direction I had been traveling. I don’t remember any of this and was in and out of consciousness for nearly 3 weeks. The first person to come upon the wreck thought I had lost control and hit the guard rail until they realized that over the edge of the road there was a bus. Lucky for me the person who stopped was a nurse and she immediately began to work on my injuries. There weren’t cell phones in 1973 so someone had to call for help which meant I was going to be there a while. It took 2 ½ hours to get me out of my car and it would have taken longer if the tow truck driver wasn’t an acquaintance of mine and figured out how to wench the steering column off of me instead of waiting for the jaws of life to arrive. After I was out of the vehicle a decision had to be made by the ambulance driver about which hospital I should be taken to. A life saving decision was made to send me up the switchbacks and on to Flagstaff because they were better equipped to handle trauma like I had absorbed. All the decisions made that night saved my life.
More to come.....