My boss is a dope-smoking hippie!

[jmowreader]

This thread's going to draw a brazillion copycats, but that's the way it goes sometimes.

We are getting ready to wrap an RV. Said RV is in Palo Alto, California. Our shop is in Lumberton, NC. Soooooo...on Sunday, my boss and three other installers are going to get on an airplane and fly to Palo Alto to do the installation.

Earlier today, I was showing him the way I'd paneled-out the job, and he starts going on this weird tangent about his immediate post-Army life in the 1960s. (He missed Vietnam by dint of being a Pershing Missile crewman, a job they probably didn't have in the Vietnam theater since the Pershing was nuclear-tipped and we didn't nuke Vietnam.)

After Vietnam, he moved to Mendocino, California, to participate in the local art scene. (He's a painter; after he left Mendocino he did custom auto paint for twenty years.) And he starts talking about the places along the beachfront you could go when it was raining so you could get stoned and not get drenched. About smoking weed with Shel Silverstein. ("That guy was a hoot!") About the hotel where all the artists went, and all the weed they'd smoke in the lounge. I know he smokes pot--but I didn't know that he was a walking encyclopedia of NoCal hippie culture.

I went from a place that has a stringent antidrug policy and an absolute ban on overtime, to one where one of the company officers smokes grass and I'm actually encouraged to work even more overtime than I already do.

[DarkTirade]

1. I've never imbibed myself

but I've seen what pot does to people, and I really don't see why it's illegal.