Like most Gen Xers, I was raised in the era of Just Say No, of “This is your brain on drugs — any questions?” following an egg cracked in a skillet. Any tiny bit of substance would take us directly to jail, hell or Skid Row. My friends and I complied, saying no, convinced we could never face our parents should we be caught with so much as a joint.
So there is something odd and wonderful about seeing my mother, who abstained every bit as much as she insisted I did, as high as the Space Needle….
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