Off Base five of us gather in my hooch, two small 'rooms' on stilts high above the critters and monsoon floods. No kitchen but there is a shower with lukewarm water, almost hot in the noontime sun, supplied by canisters atop a rickety tower.

Once again Weston, the only one who's had some experience with this, extols the pleasures of the stuff. We really should give it a try. This Thai stuff is supposed to be extra good. We're all interested, ready for a puff .

How to get some.

The samlor guy would know .

We go have a talk with the samlor guy who speaks some English.

W: Can you get us some grass?

SG looks puzzled: Grass?

W: You known, grass ... pot?

SG: Pot?

W makes like he's puffing a joint.

SG: Ah, Marijuana!

...

There should be because I have had some monumental struggles with very strong cats who do not want their butts washed!  Fortunately, they have never tried to bite or scratch -- just escape!

I'm going to try to put a picture of my big hairy cat who is gone but never forgotten.   Umm, yes -- my camera thought it was 2035. 

My sweet Xavier.

Hudson River Park

Pilefields

I still get annoyed thinking about what could have been if vocal environmentalists hadn't blocked a larger Hudson River Park with a buried Westside Highway and landfill. Instead we have this thin sliver of a park along the Hudson, it's very nice but nowhere what would have been by now. An important factor in the demise of the original plans was the endangered snaildarter, a small fish feeding on snails living on wood pilings that once supported the piers. 

At one time much of Manhattan had active multi-storied piers all all along the westside where famous ocean liners docked; the piers were abandoned with the advent of airlines and became dangerous ruins popular with gangs, hippies and crowds of sun worshipers during the giddy first days of gay liberation. Unspeakable acts took place there during hot summer nights while in the dayl excursion boats directed the attention of tourists to the opposite Jersey shore to avoid embarrassing scenes. For several years running, one infamous regular who even made the pages of the New York Times could be seen standing at the end of one of the piers, naked, displaying himself while waving an American flag at passing tourist boats.

The solution to environmental objections was to build a smaller park, tear down most piers but leaving the pilings for those little fish to feed on, resulting in odd planned pilefields dotting the Hudson along the westside of Manhattan. We've gotten used to them and even come to like them as they grow and shrink with tides rolling in and out. They're convenient safe spots for gulls to take a break while still keeping an eye out for any appetizing tidbits floating by; Canadian geese drop in to feast on snails, barnacles and mussels - whatever grows on pilings - and when the tide is low swarms of sparrows from the mainland fly in to peck at the goodies. 

Odd thing is I haven't heard mention of snaildarters lately and have no idea if they bothered to stick around after all that upheaval.

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1964 - Visiting the Florida Caverns State Park with friends who had to explain things to me. At the park entrance the path splits in two with one arrow pointing to the Stone Walk to Cave, the other arrow pointing to the Colored Stone Walk to Cave.

naturally I wanted to see the colored stones ....

new york new york

Well - it's been some three weeks now since the first legal marijuana store opened in the Village with an enticing name: Housing Works Cannabis Co. So far it's the only legal pot shop here but there are rumors of another one opening soon. After three weeks I figured I should be able to check it out and went to take a look on Broadway. I was immediately dissuaded. Along with the name the storefront definitely needs work and there is a line. I hear they haven't figured out their supply chain and are low on everything anyway. Even so people are lining up down the block.

Guess I'll have to continue flying to the Netherlands or Colorado on weekends. Will check back in a couple of weeks. Stay tuned.

While I am certain that a man of your means has their own,  mindful that both public and private are too expensive for us commoners to do so for two weekends a month, which do you use? Which do you prefer? Surely you don't travel alone so do you fly 'dutch' or take a guest?   Just curious. 

That's at least the second time you've falsely implied I'm a rich old man.

dutch to Netherlands ...