No chance back in the smoke-filled sixties I would have believed anyone who predicted a future parade along Highway 80 of billboards extolling the merits of various brands of cannabis. But here we are with every town and village having at least one medical marijuana dispensary. Despite my efforts to take it all in stride I am still gobsmacked. I’m told 500 folks are members of the cannabis club at Rossmore, for god’s sake. And now I am partaking of this funky new world myself. Hoping to improve my erratic sleep patterns I signed up with an organization providing therapeutic weed to seniors. To qualify I had a Skype interview with a supposed physician who asked me if I ever experienced anxiety. Hello, have you noticed who’s occupying the White House? Five minutes and $39 on my MasterCard later I was legal. The vape I received and tried when insomnia reared its restless head, offered a gentle buzz but did not stop me from rising and micturating during the night. I am a skeptic about the efficacy of these treatments but I can’t argue with people suffering from much more serious conditions who find relief with the right proportions of THC and CBD.
You can see it from Mt.Diablo. It punches through the skyline viewed from the Legion of Honor. The Salesforce Tower reigns over the City despite widespread confusion about exactly what kind of business happens inside it. As far as architectural merit I am not so sure. I can’t help noticing the similarity between it and a Clorex Bleach Pen.
Breaking my vow to no longer discuss the subject of traffic I have to say I find the sites telling me where the jams are happening to be unreliable. Last weekend 511.org without hesitation told me it would take 29 minutes to get to Sausalito. It took an hour and a quarter.
Anyone else as hooked as I am on AMC’s “Halt and Catch Fire”? As a picture of life down the Peninsula it is far more believable, informative and better written than the cartoonish “Silicon Valley.” I can almost follow the impassioned, motor mouth dialog tracking the birth of search engines, sharing the thrill of tech disruption. Speaking of cable tv, would some please explain to me the economics of these productions. Does my HBO subscription really help cover the $9 billion spent on filming these shows?
The recent debilitating heat waves were tough on seniors like me who found the higher temperatures uncomfortable, sending me to the sofa for a series of mid-day siestas. Puzzling why so many older folks in this country choose to retire in climes like this, in the sizzling desert environs of Arizona and sweaty, tropical Florida. I guess anything is better than another winter in Wisconsin.
Speaking of weather, it’s been a season of non-stop natural disasters which reminds me the Bay Area is overdue for a shakeup. Hope you’ve got all your seismic supplies in hand and your neighborhood has rehearsed responding to a quake. Our street’s annual event is called Fake-A-Shake.
Despite the fog there’s been another incredible bounty of tomatoes this season. Fortunately I never suffer from caprese salad fatigue.