Saturday, December 31, 2016

Random Thoughts on a New Year's Day...

The older I get, the more I treat each New Year like any other day. What's so special about January 1st? I used to do resolutions, I haven't done them in forever because they never stick. Instead I just say I'm going to keep on trying to do better, no matter what day it is.

I've written very little publicly about the death of my grams back in June 2015 because it's still too hard to talk about. I've written a few things on facebook about how awesome she was but I still can't go into detail about what her presence in my life meant to me or how much my heart still hurts eighteen months after she died. I wrote her obituary thinking that would be my way of getting some closure but it didn't help. All this time later, I find that one of the reasons I can't talk about it is because I can't find the words to truly convey everything she meant to me. And then if I do find the words, I am not even sure how I'll put it all together. I talk to my therapist about it...but grams was the kind of person who deserves to be written about, remembered for the special person she was. Everyone who knew her liked her, she was legend. I can't imagine writing about everything I write about but not writing about her. It's almost as if I am intentionally avoiding it. I am. I know it. I just don't know how to fix that.

You can't ever go home again.

Thomas Wolfe wrote about that for reasons different from mine but the title is right-on.

I sat outside my mother's house the other day. It was evening, nobody was home, it was cold outside and I was staring up at the sky. And I wondered, "how many times over the years have I stared up at that same sky? Those same stars? And what was I thinking each time?" Because I am quite sure my mindset each time was completely different. I tried to remember what I thought about looking up at that sky, when I was 16. While I don't remember exactly, I do have a pretty good idea. I was a teenager and that age everything's hard. At that age I couldn't wait to grow up. Now I'm grown up and it's not as great as I thought it would be.

When I was at my mother's house I took a walk back to grams house. Now that she's gone and we've emptied her house, it's seems so old and abandoned now. It's lifeless. They say when a person dies their house dies too. It's true. Her house is dying. But damn it still seems sometimes like she's there. Why do I do that to myself?

When I was at my grams house, I stepped in, looked to my right and left, surveying the place as I've done less than a dozen times since she died, and the small of must and mold and chicken soup was too much, I closed the door and then sat down on the front steps. I closed my eyes and remembered nights when we'd have dinner on the porch on nice evenings. She always had a card table out there with a vinyl tablecloth on it. I'd set it for two, we'd start off with salad and then our main course. We'd eat, drink our tea, talk and enjoy ourselves long until after dark. Grams and I had great times there.

Friends are the family you choose. You don't have to like someone just because you share the same DNA. If more people surrounded themselves with people they actually want to be around rather than people they feel they have to be around...


It's now January 1, 2017 and I managed not to watch a single one of those bullshit New Year's Eve shows. The days of watching the ball drop (remember when it used to be a big apple?) are over. NO fireworks, no phone calls, no hugs and party favors. What's to celebrate? We act as if January 1st is a fresh start but I think that's a bad idea because starting over is a terribly long process. Frankly, I hate starting over. Instead I like to think of it as a continuation of the progress we've made in the year prior.


Oh yeah, therapy works. Try it sometime.

Friday, December 30, 2016

I don't cry anymore.

I can't remember the last time I really cried. With everything I've been through in the past two years you'd think I would've cried more but I just decided at some point, crying doesn't serve a purpose. Oh it gives a sense of relief but sometimes it hurts more to cry than not to cry. Sometimes I think if I do cry, I won't stop. I can't let myself go back there. Ever.

From mid-2014 to mid-2015 it seemed to be one crisis after another. I felt like my life was falling apart so I had to go back to my therapist, my mother fell and broke her hip and spent nearly four months in hospitals/rehab, I was sick with the flu three times, mom re-entered the hospital for clots that went undiagnosed in rehab and I took leave from work and lived with her for 8 weeks to help care for her till she regained her independence, my beloved grandmother died (I found her), two friends from high school I'd lived next door to for years died, our next door neighbor we'd known for 35 years died and there were a number of just really shitty things that happened during that time period. It was one thing after another. I just thought it would never end.

I was stressed out. That's an understatement. I was exhausted mentally and physically. I had no energy, my back hurt every day, I worried constantly, I wasn't taking my anxiety med on a regular basis, wasn't eating right, and had little face time with friends. There wasn't much left of me when all was said and done.

The result of all this---I don't cry anymore. Sometimes I don't care. Well, wait...that's not true, I do care, but...I don't spend my waking hours worrying "what if?" What if mom falls again? What if I get sick again? What if someone else dies? What if this? What if that? I spent most of my life trying to put together a plan B, C, D, E and so on so that in case of an emergency I've got t contingency. You know what? It's draining.

Enough already. 

Be The Change...

I just read some things that made me cry--stories of hate, anger and violence all because people voted one way or another.

We can't live like this.

To the rational people out there....regardless of which side you were on in this election, now is the time we need to do everything we can to heal the rifts. Reach out to people, even if you disagree with them, even if you voted differently from them, put your politics aside and talk to them, get to know them, listen to their story. There's so much we can learn from each other. 

We must work together to keep our communities and ALL those living in them, safe. People from all walks of life should stand together, strong and unified, and REJECT hate and violence. Right now more than ever before, we need unity and peace. Every one of us has the ability to make it happen. Sure, debate and discuss, share your differences of opinion, talk about the things that matter to you, and listen to others as well. Show kindness, compassion and understanding and give serious thought to what others are going through.  

If you want to make the world a better place, don't just talk the change, be the change...

Saturday, December 24, 2016

The Christmas Spirit is gone

Things just aren't what they used to be and you can't ever recapture the magic of your youth, no matter how hard you try. So it's time to stop trying.

Sunday, November 27, 2016

Fidel Castro Was No Hero

Growing up in Miami in the 1970s, I had a large number of Cuban friends, many of whom I’m still in touch with today. Most of them were in Miami because they had fled with what remained of their families, from the barbaric dictatorship of Fidel Castro.

One day during my childhood, while playing with a friend, she told me how her male relatives—grandfathers, uncles, and father had opposed Castro and as a result, had been tortured, imprisoned, and sometimes disappeared. She told me that other male relatives were forced to serve in the army. The stories from other Cuban friends were nearly the same and were horrifying.

Years later, when I was in the military, we rescued large and seemingly endless numbers of Cuban refugees at sea. They sailed on anything that would float—old, dilapidated boats and shoddily crafted rafts made of wood, plastic, inner tubes, and any other items they could find, which were barely tied together. The people we rescued were severely sunburned, thirsty, exhausted, and near starvation. By the time we’d picked them up, at least half who’d started out with them had perished at sea. But that was the measure of their resolve; life in Cuba had become so dangerous that death at sea in the desperate quest for freedom was preferable to living one more day under tyranny.

As I read about Fidel Castro’s death, I am seething at comments about how, although he did some things wrong, he wasn’t so bad, that he was “good for the people,” after all they had a good education and health care system and wealth was evenly distributed. Immediately I thought of my old friends and their stories. Fidel Castro was no hero or savior of his nation; he was a ruthless dictator and murderer.

Raul Castro, currently President of Cuba, who has always praised and supported his brother Fidel, and who recently introduced new market-style economic reforms and supported a re-establishment of diplomacy with the U.S., is no hero either. Raul served as an executioner during the Cuban revolution and was widely known for viciousness and brutality in his torture and murder of hundreds of dissidents, even making light of it in later years. Raul has stated he will step down in 2018 and so remains the question of who will succeed him. Will it be more of the same or will the Cuban people demand change?

Some will argue that because so many Cubans stayed behind, and because Cuba has survived under the Castro regime for so long, perhaps it really isn’t that bad; maybe the people are happy with the status quo. Born under a flag of freedom, I cannot imagine living happily under such oppression, but it is not for me, nor America to decide how the Cuban people should live their lives. I do, however, believe we have a responsibility to encourage them to decide for themselves and the only way they can do that is to have free elections with no threat of repercussion for their choices. After nearly 60 years of communism, the Cuban people should have the opportunity to take charge of their own destinies.

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Joe Biden's "Note to Self" reminds us of the things that are most important in life...

This is one of the most touching and inspiring things I've seen in a long time. It hits home once again, we are more than what people may see on the outside. Oh, if only we could've shared our wisdom and experience as adults with our younger selves...think of the pain we could've avoided. Then again, if we'd avoided all that pain we wouldn't be who we are today, would we?

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Understanding the Electoral College

If we're going to have a national discussion on this topic, people should understand it first. Here's a very simple refresher of the Electoral College, why it was created, and its importance to our system of government and our nation.

From author, lawyer and Constitutionalist Tara Ross...

Monday, November 14, 2016

Get out there and live...

My grams was a vibrant, energetic, kickass woman who only started showing signs of slowing down around the time she turned 96. (Seriously! :p ) She'd always been active whether it was taking care of her family, working, volunteering. Heck, she worked the polls for nearly 30 years, retiring just after she turned 96. She'd tell me there were days she was so tired she didn't want to get out of bed but she did it anyway because she knew what would happen if she didn't--she would die in it. And there was no way in hell she was going to let THAT happen.

So every morning, including the morning of June 15, 2015, as tired as she was and as much as the arthritis hurt, she got out of that bed. Once again, she'd been given a chance to kick life's least for a few hours anyway, before it was decided for her that she no had do, she had done her share of good, she had lived her best life and it was time for her to move on. And so on that morning of June 15th, she did just that. She moved on.

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Grams & me
Grams was not amazed, but rather thankful as she moved into her 90's that her mental and physical health was so strong. Her sister, who passed away recently, would often say that grams got the good genes. Grams would credit her Italian father and Sicilian mother for that. She had a little high cholesterol that she took meds for and a little arthritis which was eased by a few Aleve every day. She swore by vitamins especially Gingko Biloba and never missed a day taking them. Also, reading and doing crossword puzzles kept her mind sharp. Then there was the interactions with people, which really, was her favorite thing. Oh how she loved people. The interactions kept her engaged with life.

In the last few years of her life, grams would tell me that every day she woke up was a gift. She was a woman who knew how to live and I'm not talking about living in the material sense, she just knew how to appreciate LIFE. Grams made the best of every single day of her life. She loved working, volunteering, helping people, spending time with her family and friends, going to the mall, social activities--just getting out of the house to do things, even if it was just to go to the store---which she would do just about every day even if it was for the smallest thing like a loaf of bread. Mom would say, "Ma, what could you possibly need at the store again??" and the truth was most of the time, she really didn't "need" anything, she just wanted to get out. And hen she was out, she always took time to talk to people--at the store, bank, post office, the school, doctor's office, gas station, etc.

The day after grams passed away, people were in shock because they'd just seen her, as vibrant and energetic as ever. I don't know how she hid how tired she'd become, but she did. She definitely believed in mind over body and so I have no doubt she willed herself to feel good and it reflected on the outside. The woman had an incredible will and determination.

Grams truly believed she was here for a reason and knew she'd live for that reason, fulfill that purpose until God was ready to take her. And she sure did. She LIVED. Boy, did she LIVE!

I learned a thousand and one lessons from Grams in the 46 years I had her in my life--so many lessons that I could not even begin to list them here. But among the most important were about purpose and about never giving up.

Everyone has a purpose, a reason for being here. And if you don't yet know what it is is, know that you are NEVER too old to find it. You have a gift, sometimes it's right there for all the world to see and sometimes it isn't. Find the gift, make good use of it, take your God-given natural talents and use them in a way that makes you feel happy, fulfilled and brings joy to your life and brings joy to others.

When life sucks and you don't want to get out of bed, get out of bed. When the pain hits, fight back. Don't let yourself wither away. Don't let the age, the pain, the frustration, the sadness, and the loneliness take you over. Life is good, it's good because you're here and you matter and you are a part of this big, stupid, crazy, world and your presence is important. Life is good, living is better--so Live!

Every day you wake up, it means you got one more chance.

What are you going to do with yours?

Friday, November 11, 2016

Thank you, Veterans!

On this Veteran's Day, I salute all those who have ever served this great nation. Thank you for your service and your sacrifice. When your country called, you answered it, whether you believed the fight was just...or not. And that last one is not an easy thing to do...but you went anyway, regardless of all the questions that may have been churning in your mind. It's not easy trying to bring peace, stability and freedom to a foreign land in turmoil. It's not easy to leave your family, friends, your way of life behind not knowing if you will ever return alive. It's not easy doing what you did, and did it anyway. Your presence out there made us all feel safer. America appreciates you!

Wednesday, November 09, 2016

The Power in This Nation Still Rests With The People...

"The powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, 
nor prohibited by it to the states, are reserved to the states respectively, or to the people." 
Donald Trump is our next President and the new Congress is majority Republican. To say I have great concerns about this is an understatement but it is what it is and nothing will change it. I may not have agreed with everything Hillary has said and done, and I've had my reservations about her, but weighing the two (heavily, I might add) she was the more qualified of the two and less likely to do major damage to this country. Also, her campaign was a refreshing positive to Trump's negativity. That said, what's done is done and now we must deal with the reality and a large part of that is accountability. Now, we go back to holding every elected official, regardless of party, accountable for their actions. We hold their feet to the fire.

This is my country. This is your country. It's when things get hard that we hunker down as a people and fight our best fight. Throughout this nation's history, millions of people from ALL walks of life have fought (in more than just wars) for freedom, equality and justice. If the people had given up imagine where we'd be...

If the colonists had not fought for freedom.
If slaves had not risen up.
If there had been no abolitionist movement.
If there had been no suffrage.
If there had been no civil rights movement.
If there had been no Native American uprising.
If there had been no labor movement.
If there had been no women's rights movement
If there had been no anti-war movement.
If there had been no gay rights movement.
If there had been no environmental movement.
and so on and so on and so on...

America is still a work in progress and sometimes we're going to have setbacks. The important thing is that we always keep charging forward. What we need most of all now is the rational people on all sides to come together and find common ground. You can't do much about the irrationals but you can outnumber them and drown out their hate and irrationality.

A number of people express concern America is on its way to becoming a dictatorship, that the government will jail dissenters and place certain individuals in internment camps. I do not fear that because I have complete faith in the rational population of the American people. We will never let that happen. We must remember that America is a Constitutional Republic, where officials are elected to represent the people and as such must govern in accordance with Constitutional Law which limits the government's power over its citizens.

When in doubt, remember...the power in this nation still rests with we, the people. It is our responsibility to use it and use it wisely.

Monday, November 07, 2016

The Real Reason Burger King Retired the "Have It Your Way" Slogan...

...because they don't want you to have it your way, because to have it your way means they'd actually have to do that thing called their J-O-B! 

I was with mom and Aunt JoAnn on Friday and after a particularly long day we stopped at Burger King near the interstate as a last resort because none of us had eaten at all that day. We order via the drive-thru, I give my card to the cashier and she proceeds to run it through--but nothing happens. She runs it through several times and then wraps paper around it and tries again--nothing. It's not declined, she just tells me that it won't go through, can't be read. I tell her it's a new card with the chip in it and that it does work because I've been using it for over a month. Tries again, nothing. The manager goes over there and asks what the problem is and the cashier explains. So we give her my aunt's card. Runs through fine. End of story. Of course I'm still puzzled as to how my card didn't work but my aunt's card did.

Then, when we're ready to pull to the new window, she asks about us paying for the other two meals? I was like "What?" They were all screwed up. I'd just paid for three meals on one order and yet she was telling me that the orders had been billed separately and then looking back she realized she was wrong. (I should've known at that point this would not end well).

Anyway, we get our stuff, I get mom and my aunt home and settled. I check my bank account online for another reason and notice I'm charged the same amount my aunt was charged for the meals.

Since I had to go back to the city anyway, I stopped there, went in and talked to the manager. I had my receipt in hand and proceeded to explain what happened. This one had attitude from the very beginning...

Manager: "There's nothing I can do, I just got here, I wasn't here when it happened."

(I'm thinking " is that my problem? Yes, I knew it happened on a different shift--but that's not an excuse.)

Me: "Well, you can go through the receipts and see clearly that two charges for the same amount were made at exactly the same time." I even give her the name of the cashier who had helped us. I offered her the receipt.

Manager: She refused to even look at the receipt. "You have to contact the district manager."

(At this point I'm remembering my days working in fast food back in high school in the 80s when the manager on duty was attentive to customer questions and complaints, dealt with them to the satisfaction of both the customer and the business, and moved on).

Me: "What? But you're a manager. Surely you can look into this."

Manager (with major attitude and still refusing to see my receipt): "I'm not just giving you money back." Then looks at the schedule and says, "She'll be here tomorrow."

I explained to her I live out of town and no, that's not convenient for me and that I felt there was no reason she could not investigate the situation and fix it there. She shrugged her shoulders and said the manager would be there Monday. I explained that wasn't convenient for me either.

Manager: "Well I don't know what you want me to do, I can't just give you a refund."

Well, I'll admit I had a hundred thoughts about what I wanted her to do at that moment, oddly enough, none of them had anything to do with giving me my money back but I digress... 

At this point, I was exhausted from a very long day and lots of driving. Her lazy, bullshit attitude had already grown quite old and I asked how I could get in touch with the District Manager. She went into the back and returned with a piece of paper and a name and phone number she'd written on it. When she handed it to me, she again said there was nothing she could do (translation: there was nothing she would do) and then under her breath muttered some bullshit about not giving me my money back.

I am not one to give up easily but I try like hell to save my energy for the right battles. I headed toward the door frustrated, not just over her but because I'm really tired of being dismissed when I have a legit customer complaint about something but then I thought "this is just utter bullshit" and I  walked back over there and said to her loud and clear so that everyone in the restaurant heard it. I told her all I wanted and expected was decent customer service, for her to listen to my complaint, do something to fix it, not to be dismissed with an attitude and "I don't know what you want me to go."

I made sure everyone in the restaurant heard it. Believe me, they did.

I will not be dismissed. I am tired of shitty customer service. I am tired of day after day, having to deal with attitude from people who work with the public. If you don't know how to deal with people respectfully and courteously, then you need to find another line of work. And when you are a supervisor, manager, director---when you are in charge of an establishment and other people, you are held to a higher standard because you are the designated leader. The shit falls on you. If you can't handle it, you don't deserve to be the leader.

By now you're probably wondering how much we're talking about here. 


Yep, that's it. $25.46. I could say it's not about the money but...well they did take something from me that does not belong to them so...I want it back. But more importantly it's the principle. They are wrong, I am right. I approached the manager with a problem, she refused to at least attempt to try and solve it, instead dismissing my complaint as if I didn't matter. And I do matter. I'll be on the phone with the General Manager and District Manager if necessary till I get some satisfaction here and then once that's done, I'm going to make sure I tell everyone what a piece of shit establishment that is. It sucks for the hardworking employees there, but you know what--it's about time we stand up to shitty customer service. It's about time we say we're not going to be walked all over anymore. It's just time to send the message that we're just over this shit, just over it. 

And in case you haven't heard, I'm just the one to do it.

Saturday, November 05, 2016

Auntie Nina, we will miss you dearly!

Auntie Nina, my great aunt and grams only sister passed away this morning at her home. She was ready, she knew it was her time. She always told us she lived the life she wanted with NO regrets! And now she is with her parents Thomas & Josephine, sister May, and both of her beloved husbands Virgil & Bill. Auntie Nina was an amazing woman and we will all miss her dearly!

Giovannina "Jeanine" Antonette Elizabeth Mangieri Young Raymond
June 21, 1923 - November 5, 2016

Monday, October 03, 2016

Dear Jess: A Note From Your Conscience On Your Birthday...

Dear Jess,

Well, here we are, another year older. We've been through a lot haven't we? Yep. I know everything--the good, the bad, and the ugly, your hopes, dreams, greatest joys and deepest fears. I know where all the bodies are buried. That's right, I know allAnd so, on the occasion of this little thing called your birthday (or rather our birthday), a day you insist on treating like any other common day, which, by the way, I find rather appalling (not even so much as a bottle of wine---what's up with that?), I have a few things I want to say to you and you're going to listen. Oh really don't have much choice in that do you? :)

So, here goes...

You're smart. Shocking isn't it? Considering all the stupid shit you've done in your life? But that stupid shit doesn't define you, it probably actually made you a better person. Don't tell anyone I said that. And stop deflecting when people tell you that you're smart. Do you think Einstein deflected when people told him he was smart? Don't go getting a big head, you're no Einstein, but you get my point.
You're a great writer. Mrs. B would not have fought with Mr. Irvin to get you in her Journalism class back in high school if she hadn't seen your potential. The same goes for Diana. Twenty-three years after she had you in her first college English comp course, she's still your friend and mentor. She would not lie to you. You've got the gift. Believe in it. Look at it this way, if you weren't any good at it, you wouldn't be getting paid for it. If you weren't any good at it, people either tell you that you suck at it or they wouldn't say anything at all. There's your sign. 

You're funny. I've been telling you for years to take this show on the road but you always come up with a reason not to. Frankly, I think you're just too much of a weenie to do it but hey, I'm just your conscience, what do I know? 

You care. Hey, it beats being an unfeeling asshole any day of the week. 

You're too hard on yourself.  FFS! Lighten up, Frances.


Stop feeling guilty. Oy vey. Now, this is a tough one because the Jewtalian in you can't help but get sucked in (apparently it's a rite of passage in this family) but you just have to fight it. You have nothing to feel guilty about, you do more than enough. Hey, here's a novel idea...take all that energy you're expending on feeling guilty and put a swift kick in the ass of the schmucks who should be doing more. You know who I'm talking about. Oh, yessssss.

Know when to say no. No. Not now, you idiot. 

Happiness isn't constant. Awww poor BB, are you feeling sad? TOUGH! IT HAPPENS! GET OVER IT!  Anyone who says they're happy 24/7 should be escorted to the nearest padded cell because that is not reality. Happiness is basically those 10-second respites in between life crises--now that's reality. Face it, sometimes life sucks. You deal with it and move on. 

Don't fear change. Things will change whether you want them to or not and it's much harder to deal with it if you fight it. Figure out how you can make it work for you instead of against you.

Take care of yourself. It's nice that you always put others first. Really? No, fix that.

Multitasking is bullshit. No need to elaborate.

Stop worrying about that "big thing" you're supposed to be doing. Oh but I just know there's something out there I'm meant to do... Blah, blah blah. Think about it, you're already doing it. You don't have to go big to have a big impact. 

You can't prepare for everything. You're driving me crazy with this.

Therapy is everything. If I haven't already thanked you for this, thank you. You're welcome.

Screw what other people think. I'm awarding you "Most Improved" in this category.

You can do anything you want with your life. I'm going to make you see this if I have to beat it into you. Wouldn't that look a little strange?

The "little voice". Listen to your gut instinct...that is until it starts nagging you incessantly and then...silence it. Wine helps.

Screw that "live like you are dying" shit. It's not possible. You can't possibly live like that unless you're really dying.

Life is short. Well, duh.

Until next year...

ps...Happy Birthday! Now go look in the mirror and tell yourself it's going to be a great year and then make it so. And as soon as the little voice starts in (because you know it will), tell it to STFU. :)

Sunday, September 18, 2016

The Great American Pot Show is the best comedy you're not watching, but should.

Twenty years ago, while tripping on acid, Michael Edelstein had an idea for a show about pot.

Fast-forward to 2016, Edelstein runs what he refers to as "the best marijuana dispensary in America" in Venice, California. He's a self-proclaimed "pot shaman to the stars" with a ton of celebrity clients. As he says, "Marijuana is America's plant ally."  Edelstein uses pot to unlock creative blocks and he's decided to hit the internet with his new "docusoap" (for all you newbies that's a documentary with elements of a soap opera) educating Americans on the miracle of pot, one crazy-ass YouTube episode at a time!
The pilot episode opens with Edelstein visiting a longtime client, an actor with anxiety issues.  The actor-now-turned-director is facing a whole new set of woes---directing a film with a $60M budget. Edelstein is accompanied by his faithful protégée and partner-in-crime, Lauren Scott who refers to herself as Edelstein's "Shamanic Apprentice". Scott is completely enamored by Edelstein, saying  "Watching Michael Edelstein work is akin to watching someone maybe Jesus walk on water."


As we enter the studio we see Edelstein's actor/director client, Tohoru, crouched on the floor in his office, head in his hands, clearly distraught. Edelstein talks to him and then pulls out the big gun--the best marijuana on the planet that can heal not only individuals but all of society.

Oh, if only it were that easy!

Edelstein introduces a dozen different types of pot to his client that should be in every Director's medicine cabinet. There are different blends for sound mixing, rewriting, story boarding, location scouting, rehearsing, shooting, editing and even---sleep.

Tohoru hugs him while crying. "You're a fucking genius, dude," he says.

Edelstein really is a fucking genius. Who knew you could make a show about pot that would be such a hit?

The first episode is hilarious and subsequent ones are even better. Some of my favorite moments include Edelstein's shop being flooded with shit (we're talking real shit, people!), his counseling of actor Peter Jacobson who battles anxiety and nervousness (where Edelstein refers to himself as a "baked conduit, alternately channeling a chimpanzee and a hedgehog"),  Edelstein trying to get his nephew to take a hit, the cannabis cup competition ("Don't judge weed!"), Lauren "half-baked", and the list goes on and on. You've really just got to watch for yourself.  

The Great American Pot Show is funny, quirky and just...different. The very short episodes make you forget, at least for a few minutes, all the really annoying shit going on in your own life. Now, the average strait-laced, family-show oriented viewers will likely ask, "Why would I want to watch a show about people smoking pot?" and honestly, if you have to ask, you probably won't want to watch. But for the rest of us, this show is a gem. You can't help but love the characters and revel in their misadventures. It's a perfect blend of the hilarious and absurd!

This show is a must-see for people who enjoy and appreciate independently-produced projects, people who desperately need a momentary escape from the everyday bullshit, and most of all...anyone who just really needs a good laugh.