Old Dude...
I have enjoyed reading your posts.
I am down here in Texas but lived in Colorado a while back and still have friends there. When I heard about weed 'gittin legal' up there I got all excited. I am nearly as old as you are being 60 myself but I ain't seen a lid since January!
Then my Doctor told me: " Your health depends on you not drinking beer"! It just gets worse!
I'm disabled and live out on my farm alone and used to sit around and watch my chickens walk around {and drink beer} but now even that has changed. I can't even drink beer! I used to brew 360 gallons yearly of mein Acht Pfund Hammerbier and at 6 3/4% alcohol and a taste like grapefruit {Cascade hops} my ale was good and life was good. I was a happy camper. But now there ain't no weed and I can't even drink any beer any more?
I have even written a book! I mean what else is there to do as I sit around the farm all day stone cold sober? I actually have a manuscript that I expect to have published in the near future. I need only the trial transcript for the last and final chapter, the first chapter actually. I can write 10,000 words every night between dinner and bed time. Spell checked, word counted and ready to go to the publisher up in New York. I have 88,500 words now and am shooting for 130,000 - 140,000 words. Hot weather, 3 months, July - Sept. and it will be done. "Jack's Revenge" A Brilliant Memoir of a Man with T.B.I.
See, I need a joint! I would like to move to Colorado and live up there in the damn cold, and altitude {I used to roll over in bed in the middle of the night and wake up gasping for breath!} if I could grow or get me some weed, I am disabled you know.
And stories... being an old codger myself I am full of stories. We ought to get together but for the distance and swap stories. I mean "I gotta million of them". I have been told that I am a natural story teller. My Doctors and the disability Judge told me to Jack's write all those stories down" so I spent 6 years doing just that then something real bad happened and I overcame it. {The story of the book}
In fact that is the book, my old stories from 1959 - the present. There all in there, as an insight into my mind and how I happened to be able to survive 4 near death experiences in the last 10 years.
If I could move to Colorado I know a guy... whose best friend owns a dispensary! Wooow!
I gotta go to Denver!
Gimme a holler, I ain't never been in the military but my Dad was in the military enough for both of us.
I was, before my eyes wore out at age 59, a Master Marksman.
{That's an expert Marks Marksman to the second power, 2 seconds}
Just an old Houndsman and coon hunter.
Thank you...
Jack the Knife