Geez Doc RB showed up this wet afternoon full of news and in no condition to finish the tap out. Says I'm way too early and will only imperil my health. Been out in Colorado checking on the humongous drop in his chronic chairlift thigh mail order business and driven back straight through and too twitchy to tweak a drill. Said around Cleveland he came up with a plan to snatch his business back from the competition and swung by to run it past me. Maple infused hashish made in Marrakesh, Vermont. Whoa...first, I told him, there wasn't a Marrakesh in Vermont. Wrong, he had already iphoned in his app and gotten a ZIPCODE for Marrakesh, Vermont. Oh five four twenty, he said. The postal people will do anything to preserve their pensions. I got on my dial up for a couple of minutes. 05420 puts it somewhere outside of Burlington, right in the maple friendly lime rock basin. Okay, second I countered, Vermont hasn't legalized pot. Go ahead, hold your breath he says. See I'm going to play the huge contradiction card: socialists driving Beamers on bad roads trunking bulk syrup over to New Hampshire in stainless steel just to get the extra nickel when they can simply USPS it up to 05420. Look, the classical psychiatrists used to shrink their patients' personalities back to a manageable size and hallelujah, the patients found happiness. Today, with all the talking head jaw flapping facebook posting, it's quicker and cheaper to medicate happiness...both trains stop at the Euphoric Street Station. Doc says the Vermont, Inc. folks in M-town are already salivating viral, thinking a State IPO and a tax flow worthy of an interstate sap vacuum. After he wound down M put him in the spare bedroom. She says, Toot-Toot Everybody!