MARIJUANA JOURNAL

Last Monday was surely interesting. It was the end of the state
Bureau of Health Professions' bureaucratic prerogative to delay
issuing medical cannabis identification cards. A Sunday night
snowstorm was a bookend to the state's public hearing of their
"proposed" operating rules, which opened on Jan. 5. We had a blizzard
that weekend, too, but 150 people managed to show up.

Colleen Davis turned the Gone Wired Cafe in Lansing over to the task
of hosting medical cannabis patients who wanted to hand-deliver their
authorizations on opening day, and the Niles Valley Group, an
association of caregivers, chartered a bus to take them downtown. I
arrived at Gone Wired to check the lots at around 7 a.m. They were
clear of snow, the kitchen was humming and Colleen had already opened
the doors.

There were a dozen or so people sitting quietly, in pairs or small
groups, and I had hardly started to schmooze when the Michigan
Medical Marijuana Association's de facto staff, Greg Francisco and
Brad Forrester, burst through the back door with banners and boxes of
brochures. Customers sprang to action like bees from a hive, becoming
stagehands and maintenance workers as they moved bins of shirts,
shoveled sidewalks and arranged the cafe's main floor to host what
was essentially a compassion club meeting for all those who chose to
brave the conditions and drive to Lansing.

They came. Sixty or more people were on the bus when it pulled out
mid-morning, and more than a hundred were registered by the day's
end. I knew most of them. They came from Detroit and Manistee,
Berrien and Tuscola, but not to "become" legal cannabis patients. The
effective date of the law was in early December of last year and any
patient certified by a physician is basically legal.

They were here to celebrate, to have a "coming out" party.

Joy is not commonly seen. Perhaps we share it with our family, and we
see it frequently in competitive sport, but it is a rare thing to see
among a spontaneously formed community of strangers. I saw a lot of it Monday.

I mailed my paperwork in April 1 -- April Fool's Day -- choosing not
to go downtown. Instead I went to Emil's, right across the street
from Gone Wired, and drank a shot in memory of those no longer among
us to see this day. Bless them all.