I thought Grandpa was smoking a cigarette.
You could have knocked me over with a feather, the other day.
My grandfather sat out on his porch and he was smoking a cigarette.
Smoking a cigarette is nothing unusual. Grandpa had always rolled his own cigarettes and sat on the porch in his rocker while smoking. Grandma hated the smell of cigarettes in the house. I’m sure she hated it even more now. I could smell the marijuana from ten feet away. It is a very distinct odor that is hard to miss. I smiled and asked if he was enjoying his afternoon. He laughed and patted the chair next to him. Grandma came out and called him an old fool. She told me he had been to a new doctor who thought marijuana would be a good way to help with his diabetes. They had spent a couple weeks getting the medical marijuana card and then the rest was easy. There was a marijuana dispensary within walking distance of their home. They would go for a walk and pick up the marijuana products, then they walked back home. She said she tried to talk him out of getting the marijuana pre-rolls, but he insisted. He said he could help his diabetes and no one would know he was doing anything other than sitting on the porch while smoking. Gran said he also bought some edibles while in the marijuana dispensary. He liked the idea of sitting on the porch with a lollipop. He thought he could convince everyone he was trying to quit smoking, just like Kojak. I didn’t know who Kojak was, but I was sure he sucked on lollipops so he didn’t need to worry about smoking.