Mornin' Old Farts. Bozzo, if it's the same kind of mold and you don't use the grapes anymore, I'd hack 'em just to make sure. Twenty five feet isn't too far for mold spores on a breeze.
Keef, you keep dreaming, brother! I went to one of those disability hearings. The state had their own vocational expert there. The judge asked her if, considering the shape I was in, my age, and my education if I could work an eight hour day, five days a week. She said no. Still got denied. I've got the pension, but the extra bucks wouldn't hurt. I'll start drawing SSI in three years and be dead three years after that, so somebody will get to enjoy all the money I paid in.
Beemer, I've got folks around these parts that love you and don't have a clue who you are. I've turned a few folks on to your botanical balm and they love it. They always ask, "Who's Beemer?", to which I reply, "A very wise man!"
Glo, you've got me re-evaluating what I'll grow this winter. Those PPGs look sweet!
Umbra, out of all the strains you listed, I recognize the Apollo 13. I hear it's a good 'en.
Giggy, maybe after the current moron gets replaced with the next moron, things will look better in your industry. I sure as hell hope so. I try to keep a positive outlook, but it's an awkward time in America. It might be too late to save it, but it's still too soon to start shooting people in the face.
Got a butt load of clones to cut today, but like Keef says, growin' weed ain't work!