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Yes, all in good fun. Am really at home in chambray and cutoffs!

Sorry, shouldn't go here. Couldn't erase. Wish everyone well. My mistake.

Oh, holy of holies!

Just to clarify, I can easily transition from hippie chic to other iterations. I grew up reading Vogue and Harper's Bazarr, when they they were really about fashion and style, something to aspire to, a la Balenciaga, not the current *******izations of fashion history.

Yes, a damn near native--pre Disney! Where are you? I grew up in Orlando, landed thankfully in Zellwood, in my one acre patch of real Florida, in a century old house.

Sister here. Wow! Wonderful news for you! Celebrate! I will pick your brain later.

@Carty , We haven't met, but I heard that you are the resident auto expert, so I looked into you. I am empathetic. You have much on your plate. Once you know exactly what you are dealing with, I swear you will find focus and strength beyond what you have previously known. You have my prayers...

@CrashMagnet , Thank you so much for listening to me at times. It means much to me to be heard. So weird, I love my family, but they do not listen, they tend to overrun me with their own agendas. I also enjoy your narrative.

Well, I am delighted to give you the same compliment! Hippie, you rock my world!

A blessed night of sleep, @pute. Job well done!

I am very late to this discussion. Nothing could have stemmed the tide of my late hub's multiple myeloma cancer after regularly drinking poisoned water from Camp Lejeune. He tried and then refused morphine and oxycodone due to side effects (extreme constipation). We so wanted to use marijuana...

Yeah, it is hard for me to internalize. He was proud, however, of his service, never complained.

tThank you for understanding. My late hubs, a Marine, died from multiple myeloma, a consequence of serving during the Vietnam era.

No words.

Oh gosh, I' m far too lazy from grief to attempt that. In grief, it is impossible to do things that may seem simple to others.

Yes, there is no excuse. Hopped up cops or something deeper.

I don't think your question was for me, but I humbly offer my thoughts. I believe the herb, cannabis, is a gift from God. It is a natural and supernatural gift from God, our creator.

Own it completely, but I also love my neighbor. So weird. They are down for me.

I don't kid myself. What I do know is that my neighbors who are black have unconditionally opened their home to me if I need them. Here is the conundrum. Over the years, I witnessed the neighbor's kids getting sucked into 'hood mentality", and yet now they are grown. They remember Mr. A and Ms...

I think the rage runs deeper than that. How will we ever understand it when the media keeps covering it up?