A Putrid Homecoming
When I came back to my house Saturday night after a three-day hiking trip, I could not believe the smell of cannabis. Putrid.
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When I came back to my house Saturday night after a three-day hiking trip, I could not believe the smell of cannabis. Putrid.
I just read about the research study from Oregon State University, which found that consuming two cannabinoids could prevent the spread of COVID-19.
I strongly disagree with the letter “Subjective Smell” in last week’s Independent.
When the cannabis tax was approved by voters, the supervisors promised to “use the majority of cannabis revenue to fund departments and agencies that oversee regulating and enforcing the cannabis industry.”
It is mind boggling to me that funding our library would be such a low priority in the S.B. County budget.
Fiscal prudence says, one does not start new road projects when you cannot maintain the infrastructure you currently have.
I find it very interesting that one of the big complaints about cannabis cultivation is the smell.
It’s sad both city and county sold out local ownership and social equity in favor of non-locals with big investors from out of state and country.
For the last few years, we have been regularly subjected to the heavy, skunky odors of cannabis growing in the greenhouses surrounding our area.
We are deeply dismayed to learn that Das Williams is seeking an appointment to the California Coastal Commission for the Central Coast.