I have a great story to share.
I recently got a chance to talk with my mother in law, and her story blew my mind.
I have known her for a while, of course, but it is different now, because I am a mother and every one of us connect on another degree, however she told me all about meeting our father in law, and the whirlwind romance that caused quite a stir in the local area. It turns out that our father in law used to be the deputy for the town, and my mother in law was living on a marijuana farm with her parents, the area was economically devastated, and marijuana was a wonderful money crop her family had used to survive for years, and one day my mother in law was sent out to issue a warning to the marijuana farmers that the cops were going to start burning the fields. Something happened that evening, and my father in law never went back to the police station — he left his weapon and badge, drove my mother in law away from the marijuana farm, and they never looked back. They drove across the country, to a remote spot in the country, and they started their own marijuana farm; As I said, it was a wonderful money crop back then, and she had all the skills and knowledge to grow cannabis. She was in charge of the botany, and tending the cannabis plants, and my father in law provided security, something he was unquestionably wonderful at. I was flabbergasted, having never known our family had such a long and intimate history with growing cannabis.