Truckstops and Smoking Cheap Pot
Gazing fondly through the haze of an unreliable memory
There’s a certain supremely talented writer — Bev Potter — here on Medium who just happens to live where I grew up, rural(ish) Northeastern(ish) Ohio, and a recent piece she wrote brought tears to my eyes. Tears of nostalgic laughter remembering choking on cheap green pot in truckstop parking lots.