By Emily Brady
CALIFORNIA: You care about where your eggs and beef and lettuce comes from but what about your pot? Emily Brady on marijuana growers’ dismal environmental record—and why regulation can clean it up.
Book studies 'Marijuana's Frontier'
By PATRICK GAVIN
As several states around the country wrestle with issues regarding marijuana legalization, reporter and writer Emily Brady’s new book, “Humboldt: Life on America’s Marijuana Frontier,” could help educate Americans on what happens in a community based around marijuana.
Brady spent a year living in Humboldt County in Northern California, which has subsisted largely on the growing and sale of marijuana for decades. It helps fund its fire department and schools but also presents several problems as well.
“I found this community that was entirely economically dependent on marijuana and dug into the story of how that happens and the amazing things that come from it and the horrible things that come from it.” [Read more…]
Book studies 'Marijuana's Frontier'
By PATRICK GAVIN
As several states around the country wrestle with issues regarding marijuana legalization, reporter and writer Emily Brady’s new book, “Humboldt: Life on America’s Marijuana Frontier,” could help educate Americans on what happens in a community based around marijuana.
Brady spent a year living in Humboldt County in Northern California, which has subsisted largely on the growing and sale of marijuana for decades. It helps fund its fire department and schools but also presents several problems as well.
“I found this community that was entirely economically dependent on marijuana and dug into the story of how that happens and the amazing things that come from it and the horrible things that come from it.” [Read more…]
How Humboldt became America’s marijuana capital
BY EMILY BRADY Excerpted from “Humboldt: Life on America’s Marijuana Frontier”
CALIFORNIA: Late one morning in the winter of 1970, when Mare Abidon was a young woman of thirty, with blond hair that streamed down her back, she stood outside her San Francisco apartment holding a cardboard box and prepared to say good-bye. The box in her arms brimmed with the remnants of the life she was leaving behind, and all the lives that came before that: art supplies from school, horn jewelry purchased on the street in India, and batik granny dresses from her years in the Haight. Len was waiting in his truck nearby. Brooding Len with the dark beard and strong arms, who had made Mare’s heart skip a beat the first time she laid eyes on him years ago at the post office. [Read more…]