Happy 420, dude!
Up on top of Tabor
I pointed to the east. "Straight on. Right on 60th, left on Lincoln. Follow 'er on up," I said.
"Thanks, brother," he called, waving as he drove off. "And happy holiday to you!"
|Celebrating the cannabis culture|
His remark puzzled me. Happy holiday? What could he have meant? Easter is still a few days off...
I rambled on.
As I got into the park and started climbing to the summit I noticed that there were a lot of people about. More than usual for a Wednesday afternoon. They were mostly younger folks: skateboarders, dread-locked Rastafarians, hacky-sackers, and well-tatted roustabouts. In a word, hippies. Some people were toting bongos or djembes. Others had guitars slung over their shoulders. Everyone seemed to be climbing for Tabor's crown.
Stoners admire the view
I hurried up the last bit of slope and finally saw what was going on. People were gathered at Tabor's summit. They were laughing and cheering and smiling and greeting each other with calls of "Happy 420!" I had to smile.
And to give the story an unambiguously happy ending, it just so happened that I was serendipitously prepared to join in the celebration!
You never know what you're going to see up on Tabor. Happy 420 everybody!