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Dank. \u00a0That’s the name of the place. \u00a0The medical dispensary that now has a retail recreational marijuana cash register, too.<\/p>\n
This hidden store is in a setting of low warehouse and light manufacturing type buildings. \u00a0The brick exterior has no sign and the only evidence of its existence is a black and white piece of 8.5 by 11 taped to the window that says: Dank. \u00a0Keeping it kind.<\/p>\n
Once inside the entry way there is a long hallway with office suites off to both sides. \u00a0Only at the far end of the hall, maybe 100 feet away is any human being evident.. \u00a0Sure enough, DANK is the last office suite on the left.<\/p>\n
A colorful sign advertising various forms of marijuana: \u00a0loose, baked, oil and kief (a product unfamiliar to me).<\/p>\n
A guy in the required knit hat, ear buds and baggy sweater, a couple of days of growth says, “I have to check your I.D.”<\/p>\n
As you might imagine, I gave him a look. \u00a0The gray-hair and wrinkles? \u00a0“Sorry, man. \u00a0The state requires it. \u00a0I know you’re more than 21. \u00a0But I have to check the expiration date.” \u00a0General laughter in the room.<\/p>\n
Off to the right is a glass vitrine with three shelves holding hand blown pipes and bowls and bongs, artistic. \u00a0A roped walkway, ala security lines, held a dozen or so people, mostly young men in their twenties, but there was another older man like me and one woman.<\/p>\n
At the end of the line were two cash registers flanking a glass display case with white chocolate with marijuana baked in, chocolate chip cookies, lighters, including a bic lighter, green and with DANK written over a marijuana leaf. \u00a0The cashiers served as marijuana sommeliers, answering questions about various strains like indica and sativa, prices per ounce.<\/p>\n
To an old 60’s guy this was a scene resonant with memories of bags scored from furtive dealers, parties with just a hint of paranoia. \u00a0And here, in this state where my grandchildren live, and in a store not a mile from their home, people bought and sold grass. \u00a0Legally.<\/p>\n
It was, as we might have said, a trip.<\/p>\n
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