Rhett and I went to the WoodRose for breakfast yesterday, and if it wouldn’t have been for the Independent on the bar I would have thought we were in SoCal. I saw minidresses, strappy heels, big hoop earrings, gold chains, 10 gallon Gucci bags, big studded sunglasses, saggy designer jeans, tight designer jeans, perfectly coiffed hair and blue eyeshadow. All this might seem a bit 
shallow but I was a little taken aback. Where were all the dready hippies, the long flowing skirts over patchwork pants, the smell of patchouli oil and body odor? Did the hippies breed and come up with some highly mutant strain or did all these people migrate to SoHum for….what?
Don’t tell me they came for the weed. I thought pot culture was all about bucking the system. You smoked pot so you could get lost in the way things should be. I thought people came here to go back to the land and get away from capitalism. Did all those hippies have kids that rebelled against their lofty ideals but couldn’t escape the place?
If they are Humboldt County’s next generation. Their parents didn’t teach them their trade very well. On the front page of the Independent was a story of a pot bust. 8 people and two cars were parked at the bottom of Bell Springs Rd., where it connects with 101. A sherriff pulled up and asked if they needed any help. The smell of weed permeated the air so he called for backup and searched the vehicles. He found 20 pounds of marijuana and $100,000. All they had to do was drive up Bell Springs Road 100 yards and they would have been fine. Oh well, as my grandfather would say, they have to pay their stupid tax now.
In Retaliation 