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We had a cat Lucifer ...black of course....who had the habit of finding dropped Stanley panes in the shag carpet.....that damned cat lived to be 20 or so.

All early 70s memory lane sh!te aside....it is very very wrong for parents to introduce drugs to any children much less toddlers. Somebody comes to a dinner party at my house and they must light a fatty ...they go outside. No heavy drinking either.

Never thought I'd be so "unenlightened" in middle age about getting high when I mused about it 30 years ago but I always knew better than to give kids dope. I remember even at 17 or so seeing some 6th graders smoking herb and thinking even then that something was quite amiss with that.

The only exception I would make about drugs for little children is paregoric. By G-d, the parents of today like me could sure use that little colic/ear ache miracle reliever. You have to literally get on your knees today and beg a pediatrician to dose pain meds to your children. It's like they are either damned scared or just think tylenol will cure any ache. Shame.

It's like they are either damned scared or just think tylenol will cure any ache.

An FDA review found more than 56,000 emergency room visits a year due to acetaminophen overdoses, about a quarter of them unintentional -- and about 100 deaths.

Looks like Tylenol is far more dangerous than say, Marijuana.

In the late 1970s-early 1980s, my best friend Charles had this great Boxer named Boogy. Boogy could smell pot a mile away. If we walked in the house and one of us had it in a pocket (which was all the time), Boogy would let out one of those disgusted Boxer noises (Boxer owners know which one I am talking about), and would leave the room. He hated pot.

But, one day Charles gave Boogy a shotgun, and Boogy became an instant pot-junky. We had to start leaving our pot in the car before we came in the house because Boogy had a habit of running up to us and sniffing our pockets where he knew the pot should have been. If he could smell it, he would drive us crazy until we gave him a shotgun, if we didn't have any, he would walk away in a jones.

We had a cat Lucifer ...black of course....who had the habit of finding dropped Stanley panes in the shag carpet.....that damned cat lived to be 20 or so.
I got a yellow tabby kitten in college, who had a black sibling named Lucifer who did the same thing. My tabby lived about 20 years also.

Did you go to college in upstate New York?