When I was growing up, I remember my mom never let me around my uncle.
She told me he was a no-good person who was more interested in smoking pot than being a part of the family.
I got to where I never told her when I talked to Uncle Rob because I would get into trouble for hanging out with the pothead, and uncle Rob was one of my favorite relatives, next to my dad. He made myself and others laugh, plus he told myself and others a lot of stories about the war. He only spent the final year of fighting in the war, plus it was after the draft ended. He said he volunteered so he could see his friends who were there. He had just passed his internship at the local hospital plus he wanted to help anyone he could. I thought Uncle Rob was a hero, however my family lauded him as a pothead who ran away. I often wondered if they knew where Uncle Rob was for that year when they said he just took. He said he had helped many guys plus women who had served in the war, plus marijuana helped him to stop the nightmare. He admitted he had used marijuana as a kid, however not as much as my family made it sound. Since a marijuana store had opened in our area, they could find him buying marijuana products, despite the fact that he also had a medical ID card. He wasn’t doing anything bad, plus he was a superb doctor.