The meal was simple; baked chicken, potatoes and spinach salad. Delicious and filling, but neither of us overate. It was difficult for me to not rush the meal, and I could tell grandma was having the same difficulty. After dinner we loaded the dishwasher, retired to the living room and we passed each other a joint. Marijuana was legal in Vermont, andI took deep drags on the blunt. The last time I smoked pot, I was in college after having recently been decrimalized in Pennsylvania, but I didn't have a medical needs card, so for me it was illegal. But when you're a college student, the last thing you think...