When the cub was about 8, my 1st husband and I sold our 1st house in a burb and bought one in a weird little bedroom community outside the city. A few nights later after we had settled and had the stereo all rigged up we decided to get into a box of old psychedelic and heavy rock albums we hadn’t played in a long time. I poured some wine for us, saw that the cub was asleep in her room so we closed the door.
We were digging through the box setting out what we wanted to hear, and a flattened, ancient doobie fell out of an album cover-as parents of a little kid we hadn’t done any of that for years-who knows how old that doobie was-but we decided we could have a little fun now-so we cranked up the music, poured more wine, lit it and toked away-it was still some really dynamite s***-I still remember how much fun it was...
That is one damn fine story.