While taking the boys to the high school, one could not help but be stunned by the sight of every police car in town at the school entrance. I thought perhaps it was a preventative measure on the Columbine anniversary. Honorable Son #1 looked at me like I had an axe in my head. "Dad, it's 4-20," he says. Still dumbfounded, I asked again. "4-20, dad. Google it."
I did, and I had no idea. Learn something new every day!
For those as naive as me, try here.
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LOL! Live and learn!
As a Left Coaster I learned of 4:20 back in the day. Hadn't thought much about it in years.
Great use of public safety resources. We can only hope nobody broke into the vending machines.
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