Oregon gets high as the 4th of July!

Planning on a trip to Oregon over the Fourth of July weekend? Then, you might just have a high, old time! And that is speaking literally, if not figuratively.

Oregon began the outcome of Measure 91 today, a law allowing recreational marijuana with what casual stoners might even say is relatively generous. It allows use of weed at home, you can grow four plants, possess eight ounces of pot at home and an ounce in public. There are some caveats, of course.

You can’t fire one up in public. You can’t sell it. You can give it away. You can’t drive under the influence. And a bunch of other weird little regulations that were given by lawmakers to special interest groups.

This bud's for you, Oregon. Creative Commons.
This bud’s for you, Oregon. Creative Commons.

Oregon becomes the fourth state to allow recreational pot. The other states are Washington, Colorado, Alaska. The District of Columbia also allows it. Marijuana is allowed with a prescription in some of the other states. Oregon has also had a medicinal marijuana. It is permissible for someone with a medicinal marijuana card to give away buds or seeds.

Oh and how about eating pot?

Oregon state officials are working out the details for shops that will allow edibles next year. But this new law let Oregonians possess a pound of “processed edibles.” These are items such as candies or cookies. A total of 72 ounces of marijuana-spiked drinks. Yeah! This bud is definitely for you.

When the “strength” of marijuana is discussed these days in the media — often this is talked about in the context of edibles —  there is a big emphasis that is mostly emphasized by the pot haters about how potent is weed these days.

The way this potency is laid out by the talking heads — oh wow man, I remember them, ‘you might find yourself living in a shotgun shack’ — is that this “new” marijuana is like the “New Coke.” Now I can’t argue with that because … well just because. But the “experts” I know, like Turkey Neck Jackson, thinks that is all a lot of baloney.

“Yeh main, I took this big chubabaloney an’ put in fire lil bit bobbyq sauz and coooook! Yes sir. Man that ol roll just tuck my ol’ brain ‘way,” Neck, he goes by Neck, said.

Actually, I think he might’ve been a little bit stoned, ya think? He was talking about barbecuing a whole chub, or roll, of bologna. I mean, that’s not odd here in East Texas, but you don’t want to just throw it on an open fire with no grill.

But I just don’t know about those people who are getting higher than they were in the old days. And that’s all I got to say about that.

Something likewise positive coming from this law are rules that will help guide a budding (sorry) industrial hemp industry.

A law passed several years ago allowed growing hemp in Oregon but the hemp industry did not take off because of the existing federal laws against it. An agency no less than the Kentucky Department of Agriculture points out that it is illegal to grow industrial hemp without a DEA license. Oregon’s ag department is taking application for hemp growing. The requirements limit the active ingredient of marijuana, THC, at 0.03 percent. That is an amount that probably wouldn’t give Bambi a buzz.

I can’t say this for sure. But I hear people say deer like to eat pot. Mice do too. Like I say, I’ve never been a deer or a mouse, so this is just speculation.

 

 

TD Bill. Time for you to mosey.

The loud beeps from my work Blackberry and my personal iPhone have unnerved me this afternoon as they do.  Normally, when that happens it is at night, But this, Tropical Depression Bill I believe it is now called, has been pouring down the rain this afternoon.

The flash flood warning for the Beaumont-Port Arthur Metropolitan Area has been extended several hours until 7:45 p.m. CDT for all counties except for the northern part of Newton County. The National Weather Service office in Lake Charles, La., says one to three inches of rain has fallen over the area. I would have to guess that “locally” heavier amounts have fallen.

It's always raining something around Beaumont, Texas
It’s always raining something around Beaumont, Texas

Like all tropical systems, Bill has had its quirks. When it landed on the south-central Texas coast my area on the utmost Texas coast got a serving of on-and-off showers. This started happening more than 24 hours ago. I didn’t go out much yesterday, I had no need to do so. But I walked out a couple of times to the lightest of rain and a nice “breeze” of about 12 mph. As the storm degraded to a tropical depression, the rain has picked up in eastern Texas. Thus, the flash flood warnings.

Those of us here about 30 miles from the Gulf have slight elevation. Beaumont, where I live, is about 16 feet above sea level. I don’t know, if I ever knew, where that “mountain” of elevation is. Perhaps it is at Spindletop, the salt dome where the Lucas Gusher blew in on Jan. 10, 1901. That is the famous gusher that is known as the “birthplace of the modern petroleum industry.” Names such as Texaco and Gulf Oil became familiar after those companies started up after the gusher.

This is all to say that the area around Beaumont is mostly flat as an oil-topped pancake. I have seen a lot of water here in the nearly 10 years I have lived here. Or 12-something if you count two other times I was a resident here. Most of that water came in large amounts, such as with Hurricane Ike which was a flood-surging machine. Many of the other localized floods were just high enough to miss most automobiles. There is a trick in driving through street flooding, at least to get out of it. That involves not creating a wake. Just pretend you are driving a small fishing boat.

It’s still raining. I am no longer working for the week so I can kick back and stay out of the water unless someone wants to pay me to do so.

Bill will be problems for Oklahoma and then off to maybe the Tennessee Valley and beyond once it clears out. Hopefully, we won’t worry about ol’ Bill for much longer. I hope those beyond don’t have to fret about it either.

 

Finally, a Pharoah (sp) wins it all

It beats me if I ever saw a Triple Crown winner before American Pharoah’s lightning win on Saturday at the Belmont. Oh, I was around in 1977 and 1978 when Seattle Slew and Affirmed won in the last two of the three stations each of American Thoroughbred Racing. Likewise, I have seen Steve Cauthen many times, mostly on television appearances. Cauthen had, while riding Affirmed at 18, been the youngest jockey to win the Triple Crown. Victor Espinoza in Saturday’s race was the oldest jockey to win the Triple Crown at age 43.

Even though I usually watch the Kentucky Derby each year I hardly watch the Preakness or Belmont unless a Triple Crown winner is possible. I did gain a great appreciation for racing when I worked as a beer and food vendor at a training track one year in the 80s.

The horses I watched might enter some of the lower-money races across the track but none that I knew of ever went on to greater heights.  See more below …

American Pharoah in the Winners Circle upon his victory in the Preakness. Photo: MarylandGov pictures.
American Pharoah in the Winners Circle upon his victory in the Preakness. Photo: MarylandGov.

I have only “played” the horses once. That was at Lone Star Park in Grand Prairie, Texas, which straddles Dallas and Tarrant counties of Dallas-For Worth fame. That foray to the track was, oddly enough, a friend’s very young — less than 6 years old — niece. While she was too young to bet, most of the adults did some betting and listened to a band play. It’s a pretty good way to spend an afternoon. I have wanted to take a trip to Delta Downs which is only, for me, a quick 35 minutes away in Vinton, La.

Many times in my teens did I go to Vinton for nightclubs that easily let in those 18 and most often those who were several years longer. The race track had been around then. It’s still there even though the location has become known probably more for its slot machines and off track betting than for its racing.

Horse racing is a sport unlike most others and not just because the horses are ridden by tiny men and women. Horses, those of more noble breeding, are wily and beautiful. My throat felt as if it would go through my head as I saw American Pharoah make its way ahead of the pack and finally ran until one wondered if the horses behind could even see the winner as it crossed the finish.

What a beauty. What a beautiful race. What a beautiful being. I doubt many will care if its name is misspelled.

Watch out for them ol’ Stepladder blues …

Soccer isn’t high on my list of priorities. I like watching the USA in the World Cup. That’s primarily because I like Clint Dempsey and that is primarily because he is from my second hometown of Nacogdoches, Texas.

"Ooh, it makes me wonder ... " Stairway to Heaven. By Jimmy Page and Robert Plant
“Ooh, it makes me wonder … ” — Stairway to Heaven. By Jimmy Page and Robert Plant

So I don’t give a flying foot about what’s going on with Sepp Blatter, who resigned from the governing body of the World Cup amid a corruption scandal. Is it Fifi? No that’s probably his dog. It’s FIFA. Whatever it means.

When I started hearing about this I didn’t know who, or care for that matter, who Sepp Blatter is. I was just confused hearing that this man’s name. It sounded like “Stepladder.” Why would anyone be named “Stepladder” unless he is a blues singer.

“Oh de de, I got me those stepladder blues.

I’m climbin’ up but going down.

I got me those ol’ stepladder blues.”

Sepp Blatter. Meaning it’s a nickname for Septic Bladder. Maybe so. Maybe not. Got them ol’ Sepp Blatter blues.

Unlimited data my a**

I will keep it brief here. I am stuck in the data wall. Last week I hit 90 percent data usage on my phone and data plan. I was able to restrict my mifi use for five days by spending even more money. As it now stands I should not go over on my usage and start incurring more bucks as long as I coast and don’t go crazy until Friday when the usage resets.

It is preposterous that there isn’t really true unlimited data plans for consumer in the U.S. I know what some companies say. But saying and doing are two different animals. So coast shall I. More later!