My son didn’t believe in marijuana. He was one of these people who thought marijuana was a gateway to bigger drugs. You do not know how much I would like to bring up the amount of marijuana he and his friends once consumed. I brought it up once, and he said he never used marijuana. I looked at him, but he didn’t budge. He told me I must have been thinking about his older brother, but I caught him and his brother smoking marijuana together. When I got older, the doctor recommended I try medical marijuana. I had glaucoma and could no longer drive. I asked him if he could drive me to the marijuana dispensary to get my marijuana. He gave me an unequivocal no. I hung up on him and called his older brother. I knew he lived a lot further from me, than Dave, but he often went out of his way when I told him Dave said no. He asked where I wanted to go and told him it was the medical marijuana dispensary. He was busy, but he sent my granddaughter over to pick me up. She couldn’t go inside the marijuana dispensary with me, so she sat in the car after walking me to the door. Once I got my marijuana products, she came to the door to help me back to the car. She asked what Uncle Dave’s problem was? I told her it’s just who he is, and she laughed. She told me that his loss was her gain, and took me to lunch and shopping.