It’s hard to believe that we’re finally watching cannabis prohibition crumble after more than 80 years. It’s not lost on me what an honor and privilege it is to be alive to witness the sea change. My dear uncle Dan, the first medical marijuana patient I ever knew, was not so lucky. He met his end before he could see the end of the failed cannabis policy that made him a criminal.
As a child growing up in the ’70s, cannabis was everywhere. With two young parents who came of age in the ’60s, an uncle who used cannabis to treat his glaucoma and as an alternative to opioid drugs to manage the chronic pain resulting from a bad accident, and then–President Carter moving to decriminalize cannabis, the attitude, at least in my home, was that cannabis was really no big deal. But I distinctly remember the day