It was years ago, on the vacation from hell, that my story took place.

My father, three brothers, sister and I were driving in two cars through as many states as possible in the least amount of time, my dad's idea of fun. He had insisted that we all take the trip at his expense, but he grossly underestimated the cost to feed five people between the ages of 11 & 21. To avoid feeding us he would have us drive all day, pull into a KOA at day's end, put up tents, shower, eat dinner and sleep.

By the time we got to Muskogee, Oklahoma, (as in "we don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee" a song that was popular at the time) our weed supply was gone and we were desparate. We were in a drive-in (food) and we spotted a guy with very long hair. One of my brothers, in an act of sheer desperation, strolled over to the guy (Ernie we found out) and struck up a conversation. It didn't take long for the topic of weed to come up and Ernie invited us on a drive through the country and sold us an ounce from the pound under his front seat! While it wasn't the best weed (I am from California) it saved our lives and that of our father:~>

God bless America, even Muskogee.

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