It takes more than just Garrison to populate and maintain this Substack, and a website, and deal with the burgeoning schedule of performances and tours. They’re fantastic at their jobs, largely invisible to fans (like you), and merit every last kopek of their salaries!
AND--Stephen King still writes and gets paid for it. Should he? How about James Patterson, and the whole machine of co-writers that continue to put out best-sellers under his name? And while I haven’t read any of her novels myself, Colleen Hoover has built a tidy fortune in recent years, yet is still producing a geyser of novels, and still making money on them! Then, let’s take a look at musicians who’ve amassed large fortunes, like Mick Jagger, or Taylor Swift. Should they now make music and perform for free, or should they “just let the money thing go”? To further quote you: “Gosh.”
Well, because if you grow your own you might get a pound and a half from one plant. Our son gave us a seed that we planted a couple of years ago. It turned out to be a girl, which is what you hope for in a marijuana plant, and we named her (the pronoun she requested) Covida. She grew like a weed, topping out in late September at 9' tall and 8' wide--a lifetime supply if I live to 140. It doesn't make you smart, but it's terrific to head off to bed after a couple of tokes with my beautiful and still smart wife of 40 years. We vaporize it--much easier on your lungs, I don't have the calloused chest of a smoker--and it doesn't make the house smell like t'weed.
My aunt realized a pot plant of dimensions like yours was growing by a shed in her yard. Her niece and grandson had planted the seeds on the sly. My aunt had a big kitchen garden, the corn, the beans, tomatoes, oh my it was a wonder. And she couldn’t bear to destroy a plant that was as healthy as that pot plant. So she let it be. If its fruits were as fine as her sweet corn, it would have been very therapeutic.
Nice, Garrison. You put into words some thoughts I have had for a long time - weed won't kill you, just slow you down and disconnect you from the world for a while, and sometimes longer. And why would you want either when there are kids' eyes to be fixed and poems to write and walks to be taken?
I saw a tweet that read, “can’t believe alcohol is the legal one. when I get too drunk I want to make the worst mistakes of my life. when I get too high I want to mix all the dipping sauces and be a better friend.” I laughed myself silly when I read that, it was so TRUE. What is also true is that at some point, hangovers got old and pot was still illegal so most of us got on with our lives. Then suddenly old knee and back pain bring unimagined dimension to painkillers. Something I was prescribed for pain after a breast biopsy might have made me feel 30 again. But 40 years past that I am a realist: I will never be 30 again.
I perceive life very differently now. I like that. Why should I never, ever change my viewpoint? I hope I’ve learned a few things over the years that make me change my mind. Otherwise, what is the point of living?
I am glad you got the vision issues resolved. We require your clarity, Mr. Keillor, and your twice weekly columns. They beat mixing the dipping sauces any day!
Garrison.....one fine treatise you have written today, chockful of common sense. You and Mr. Twain remind us that commonsense isn't very common. Here in the land of where commmonsense began, we've now largely lost both sense and common.
Shame on us here in MN, those who are freeing up what was "freed up" years ago. It showed us all what Mr. Keillor showed us: "Recreational" use isn't recreational at all No. Dumber we would become. We now have to go the the licensed recruiter re-creator, where dope does what it always did: dumbed you more. But now our Great State of MN needs more money to pay for the many potholes left rotting in the street. So the hundreds of millions they over-took from us in taxes just wasn't hundreds of millions enough. Makes us sober among us here what's next.
Here's where. Take Amsterdamians, for example. You could have, for a sensible price, someone to heighten your recreation, and our great state has then more money for potholes in their heads.
What a world of wonks, and thanks for all those clear of mind. And this you have done today with your "pound and a half" story, Mr. K. Those good doctors and nurses worked hard and clear-headed to make more good happen.
Well said. Back in the day when pot use was viewed much like murder is today, using it felt somehow adventurous. It had the added benefit of making me smarter, at least in my smoke addled view. Now I'm about your age and find it to be just an excuse to be lazy. It has been legal in Washington for a while, and its user are no more enlightened than I was back in the day.
As for double vision, it goes away on its own after a while. At least mine did. Good luck.
Would like to pre-order Cheerfulness on Kindle format as my hands no longer appreciate the weight of books and I resigned from collecting material things.
Thanks for reminding me why I sat by the door. I love drinking and that became an issue; maggory jane was wasted on my poor allergic lungs . I still love the smell. In my life, I found substance abuse a social act until it stopped... Something about parenthood, probably. Education ( similar to 'sex') is key to keeping the young potential in our society out of penitentiaries and. bad relationships. Good luck to the next generation. Aren't we glad we're here / now?!
Sounds like the room I remember, except we also had that ubiquitous matador poster, another poster with the Desiderata thing, and a dayglo Hendrix poster illuminated by a "black light". Oh...and a candle that was melting all over everything. One time, when the music stopped, we realized the candle had melted onto the record player tone arm.
It takes more than just Garrison to populate and maintain this Substack, and a website, and deal with the burgeoning schedule of performances and tours. They’re fantastic at their jobs, largely invisible to fans (like you), and merit every last kopek of their salaries!
AND--Stephen King still writes and gets paid for it. Should he? How about James Patterson, and the whole machine of co-writers that continue to put out best-sellers under his name? And while I haven’t read any of her novels myself, Colleen Hoover has built a tidy fortune in recent years, yet is still producing a geyser of novels, and still making money on them! Then, let’s take a look at musicians who’ve amassed large fortunes, like Mick Jagger, or Taylor Swift. Should they now make music and perform for free, or should they “just let the money thing go”? To further quote you: “Gosh.”
What?
Thank you for recognizing that smart girls are worthy of admiration.
Never forget Stephanie Kwolek, the inventor of Kevlar.
Thank you for reminding me to keep my eyes open to the joyful parts of life that surround me.
Yah, I love his posts too and primarily for his unceasing optimism -- especially when we’re so beset by so much seemingly bad news.
Well, because if you grow your own you might get a pound and a half from one plant. Our son gave us a seed that we planted a couple of years ago. It turned out to be a girl, which is what you hope for in a marijuana plant, and we named her (the pronoun she requested) Covida. She grew like a weed, topping out in late September at 9' tall and 8' wide--a lifetime supply if I live to 140. It doesn't make you smart, but it's terrific to head off to bed after a couple of tokes with my beautiful and still smart wife of 40 years. We vaporize it--much easier on your lungs, I don't have the calloused chest of a smoker--and it doesn't make the house smell like t'weed.
My aunt realized a pot plant of dimensions like yours was growing by a shed in her yard. Her niece and grandson had planted the seeds on the sly. My aunt had a big kitchen garden, the corn, the beans, tomatoes, oh my it was a wonder. And she couldn’t bear to destroy a plant that was as healthy as that pot plant. So she let it be. If its fruits were as fine as her sweet corn, it would have been very therapeutic.
Thanks for educating ignorant me. Enjoy your weed.
Nice, Garrison. You put into words some thoughts I have had for a long time - weed won't kill you, just slow you down and disconnect you from the world for a while, and sometimes longer. And why would you want either when there are kids' eyes to be fixed and poems to write and walks to be taken?
I saw a tweet that read, “can’t believe alcohol is the legal one. when I get too drunk I want to make the worst mistakes of my life. when I get too high I want to mix all the dipping sauces and be a better friend.” I laughed myself silly when I read that, it was so TRUE. What is also true is that at some point, hangovers got old and pot was still illegal so most of us got on with our lives. Then suddenly old knee and back pain bring unimagined dimension to painkillers. Something I was prescribed for pain after a breast biopsy might have made me feel 30 again. But 40 years past that I am a realist: I will never be 30 again.
I perceive life very differently now. I like that. Why should I never, ever change my viewpoint? I hope I’ve learned a few things over the years that make me change my mind. Otherwise, what is the point of living?
I am glad you got the vision issues resolved. We require your clarity, Mr. Keillor, and your twice weekly columns. They beat mixing the dipping sauces any day!
Garrison.....one fine treatise you have written today, chockful of common sense. You and Mr. Twain remind us that commonsense isn't very common. Here in the land of where commmonsense began, we've now largely lost both sense and common.
Shame on us here in MN, those who are freeing up what was "freed up" years ago. It showed us all what Mr. Keillor showed us: "Recreational" use isn't recreational at all No. Dumber we would become. We now have to go the the licensed recruiter re-creator, where dope does what it always did: dumbed you more. But now our Great State of MN needs more money to pay for the many potholes left rotting in the street. So the hundreds of millions they over-took from us in taxes just wasn't hundreds of millions enough. Makes us sober among us here what's next.
Here's where. Take Amsterdamians, for example. You could have, for a sensible price, someone to heighten your recreation, and our great state has then more money for potholes in their heads.
What a world of wonks, and thanks for all those clear of mind. And this you have done today with your "pound and a half" story, Mr. K. Those good doctors and nurses worked hard and clear-headed to make more good happen.
Thank you, sir!
Well said. Back in the day when pot use was viewed much like murder is today, using it felt somehow adventurous. It had the added benefit of making me smarter, at least in my smoke addled view. Now I'm about your age and find it to be just an excuse to be lazy. It has been legal in Washington for a while, and its user are no more enlightened than I was back in the day.
As for double vision, it goes away on its own after a while. At least mine did. Good luck.
I continue to appreciate your wisdom and humor! You have been blessed by our God! Jim Tomlonson
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Thanks, nice display. I figured it was you and not myself after about only five seconds or so.
I am addicted to Garrison Keillor.
Would like to pre-order Cheerfulness on Kindle format as my hands no longer appreciate the weight of books and I resigned from collecting material things.
Thanks for reminding me why I sat by the door. I love drinking and that became an issue; maggory jane was wasted on my poor allergic lungs . I still love the smell. In my life, I found substance abuse a social act until it stopped... Something about parenthood, probably. Education ( similar to 'sex') is key to keeping the young potential in our society out of penitentiaries and. bad relationships. Good luck to the next generation. Aren't we glad we're here / now?!
Thanks! I thoroughly agree!
Sounds like the room I remember, except we also had that ubiquitous matador poster, another poster with the Desiderata thing, and a dayglo Hendrix poster illuminated by a "black light". Oh...and a candle that was melting all over everything. One time, when the music stopped, we realized the candle had melted onto the record player tone arm.
Sounds like we were at the same party.
This is one wonderful read on a Friday morning. It's a perfect piece of beauty from start to finish. Thanks much.