Meanwhile, thousands of productive immuno-compromised people like me have to live in fear because it will be months before we are gotten to. If I go anywhere, most people have now decided to not wear masks and socially distance , as if it's over. The same thing for New York's ridiculous medical marijuana program. Cuomo made it prohibitively hard to use. He's also blocked its recreational legalization. Those that experience chronic pain, nausea and other debilitations could benefit from it. If I have to put up with stoners, then I should be able to benefit from some tax relief. I HATE the people that grew pot and made tons of tax free money. Now that Mass, Vt, and NJ have all moved into legalization, NY is forced to make a move. Here's a funny deer camp story:
My best friend lives on a large family farm that has been in his wife's family for a century.
As it is in a heavily planted lush valley, there is a large deer herd that thrives on the corn and alfalfa grown as cow feed. The family has a deer camp built high on a mountain that is part of the Taconic range, near the end of the Appalachian ridge. It's a cool place that we've gone to many times not in deer season.
A month or so ago, there was a large contingent of family and friends that converged on the camp, as they do every year. Now, Vermont has legalized the growing of marijuana for personal consumption with limitations. A family friend and neighbor, who is pretty well off and successful in the insurance game, decided to grow one plant. Pretty bright guy, so he follows some instruction and grows a very happy and healthy plant along the lines of a Christmas Tree. It also was very heavy in cannabinoids, the psychoactive component that makes it such a valuable commodity.
All the family and their friends are die hard conservatives, except for one black sheep who wasn't invited. A few of these guys may have smoked a joint or two in high school or college, but the camp is for serious hunting (eating, too) and these fellows don't even drink much.
So Mr. Insurance, a gourmet cook, decides to make a large batch of fancy cookies that he throws some of his Christmas Tree into. He brings it to camp, but has the foresight to put it in a cabinet. They leave a note for my friend who is working at his command post in Northern Vt. and can't get there til late in the day of the camp meeting. It tells him where most have gone to hunt, so he has a choice of direction to go, and for him to eat anything he wants. He is starving, so he takes out some things and starts to chow down. After a sandwich, he opens the cookie bag he's found in the cabinet , but sees a few suspicious flakes . They haven't made him a General for nothing ,so he snickers and puts it back. He goes out to hunt. When he gets back to the camp via headlamp, the cookies are out and a number of hunters are commenting how good they are. Mr. Insurance comes in, sees what's happening and laughs. He informs them what they are and eats one, himself. I'll leave the rest to imagination as a bunch of guys in their 60's , who haven't done more than a prescribed med or pain killer since the 70's, get just a little.....silly. My friend went home to sleep that night, as he could only tolerate it for so long. As this stuff gets more prevalent in society, you may have to be a little more careful around the Christmas cookies. Fruit cake, anyone?