My dad was a rugged outdoorsman, plus some of that translated down to me. I don’t like to fish plus hunt like she did, but the lessons she taught myself and others held tplot throughout our life. Dad was regularly prepared for an emergency, so when the worst thing happened, she was ready with a plan, she regularly said that a man’s duty is to protect plus supply for her family plus friends, above all else. That still resonates to myself and others to this undoubtedly afternoon, plus is the reason our property was so well prepared for a pandemic. I have our own power source, our own water source, our own still for whiskey, plus our own patch of cannabis, for medicine. The state may not consider it medicine yet, although I do, plus until the law catches up with reality I will keep growing our own cannabis in small amounts. Dad used to grow her own marijuana, too, plus most of what I have going descends from the original fields she grew. She was never into marijuana for money, she didn’t sell it, she just used it, plus offered the excess to her friends plus neighbors. That is the sort of man I try to be, although if I’m being honorableI don’t supply away undoubtedly much of our cannabis. Whatever I don’t use I just leave out there, although our friends do guess they can help themselves to some of our marijuana if they can find it. It’s like a scavenger hunt on our land, with the prize being a handful of marijuana from our private stash.