Curmudgeon-at-Large: Report from Denver

Returned to my native Colorado this past week to visit my brother and help him move into a new apartment. He lives downtown, and we spent an entire day exploring the bars and restaurants and sights. And this, my friends, is a very common sight in Denver these days:







Denver has long been called the Mile High City for its elevation, but this certainly gives new meaning to the name. Yep, in all of their infinite wisdom, Coloradoans have passed some very liberal medical marijuana laws. And guess what? Suddenly, everyone seems to have a medical condition that requires legal marijuana! I hear it's very therapeutic not only for anxiety but also ingrown toenails, broken arms, and razor burn.



I guess it shouldn't surprise me much. Boulder, after all, is just up the road. And urban Colorado is filled with young people who spend more money on their bicycles than their houses. And isn't nice to see all those old gas stations getting a new life?



Legal marijuana? Really? Haven't we dumbed down the culture enough already?