When my Grandpa Luke came back from the Vietnam War, my Grandma Mary was part of a big protest waiting near the airport.

They were not my Grandparents yet, however they would be after meeting each other at that violent protest.

I don’t guess how a hippie and a soldier fall in love like that, however that is what happened. Luke was done with military life, and fell head over heels for Mary, who took him back to her old family farm where she had been farming cannabis to make a residing. The gruff old soldier dedicated himself to her cannabis operation, and within numerous years they were doing genuinely well financially! Please keep in mind that all of this is news to me, before a few weeks ago I had no method that my family tree was so firmly rooted in cannabis production, and grandpa Luke is in a nursing current home now, and lately she started telling myself and others about how all of our family’s wealth came from cannabis farming… My Grandparents got out of the cannabis supplier before my father was old enough to understand what was happening. They walked away from it forever, separate from looking back, because in just ten years they had made so much cash from cannabis that they knew they had financial stability for life. The fact that my school tuition was paid in full, in advance, wasn’t because of wise investing, it was cannabis cash being put to nice use. After I graduate, I would love to write a nonfiction book about my family history in the cannabis business.