I have returned to the scene of the crime after giving up this space for Judith M. Villenueve of Maine last week. I really enjoyed her take on the whole war on cannabis jazz and I hope you did as well.
Speaking of cannabis, as some of you know I have a humble yet delightful (how on earth can that happen at the same time?) channel on YouTube which is just listed under my name.
I'm not sure if you are aware of this since I rarely mention it here in the column. Yes, yes, sarcasm was intended just to be clear.
I have over 400 subscribers to whom I refer lovingly as “loungers” since I call the series, “Lounging with Lisa.” Get it? OK well I try to be clever and oft' fail.
This will connect in with the cannabis shortly so try to remain seated throughout the flight.
The point is many of my “loungers” are people for whom pot, marijuana, weed, whatever, has been a life saver. I have learned so much over the past few months by interacting with those particular loungers and wanted to share, as is my nature.
First off, I'm not going to bloviate the whole time about this but I simply want to tell you how many of these individuals have a new lease on life since they have switched from “Big Pharma” to the more natural way of pain relief, etc. (In other words, “Rants and Raves” will not be morphing into “Cannabis Corner” any time soon.)
Many of them were prescribed this or that or the infamous other for conditions ranging from pain to Parkinson's disease and decided to go this route instead.
You know, not one time have any of these peaceful creatures dropped in to type “adorable” words into the chat during the live shows, nor have they left comments that would cause Frank Zappa to blush. (It's hard for Frank to do much of anything as he is dead but I think you catch my vibes.) I cannot say the same for those who decide to go on drunken rampages through YouTube and “stir the pot” so to speak—yes, there is a pun, I think.
Hats off to anyone who has decided to try something from nature—some might even say God given—for what ails them is my point.
Moving along, by the time you read this I will be days, hours or seconds away from the day that changed the world forever, which would be February 9, 1964.
This is a day that will live in infamy because I entered the world with speed and agility—not really as Mother and I almost died during that episode of our lives but more on that another time.
You thought I was going to say that it was the day the Beatles performed on Ed Sullivan didn't you? Actually that is true too. They landed on February 7 and had the “gig” on February 9, 1964.
I'm just hoping by telling you about the birthday that you might send me riches beyond my wildest imagination care of the newsroom, of course.
In all seriousness for once, I actually am kind of “reaching out” for something but it isn't necessarily birthday gifts.
Recently I've started somewhat of a post card “drive,” for lack of better word. I thought it might be fun to receive post cards from various points of interest around the globe and/or reading region.
Honestly, I would adore a post card from Conneautville, PA or some other small town here in the region. (Do they make post cards for the Valley region?) I know you think I'm being a smart “arse” but I am not. This is just something that I've decided will become a hobby in my old age.
It's great because I really don't have to do anything whatsoever in terms of partaking in said hobby other than collect the mail. It's ingenious—admit it!
I could create some sort of collage out of them which could adorn a wall in “the room formerly known as the child's.” It has been painted recently and currently serves as a combo store and map room with a bed thrown in for good measure.
I have asked the loungers to send me cards of post as well because they live all over the world. For some reason I cannot fathom, there are several members of the channel who live “across the pond.”
I've learned quite a bit from all of these fine people and not just about “Mary Jane,” for crying out loud.
So, I guess the bottom line of this rather brief column this week is that I would really enjoy receiving post cards from people. I haven't sent one recently but I don't think they cost a fortune to send. I think people can even make these if they so desire. You know I run a little odd so just take that into consideration as you digest this information.
Since I asked the loungers to partake in these shenanigans, I thought it would only be right to ask my “original audience” the same.
See, I'm nothing if not fair ladies and gents. I shall give you my actual mailing address right here so that the chief doesn't have to be the go between in terms of my insanity. Box 5227, Conneaut Lake, PA 16316.
Honestly, that is all I have to offer this week. I believe my next column is my annual VD (minds out of gutters) piece which I generally remove from the vault. Perhaps I shall jazz it up a bit but I make no promises.
THE END (Interstate Crosscheck, AIPAC, Geoengineering, “War is a Racket,” by General Smedley Butler and “Where did the Towers Go,” by Dr. Judy Wood)