Doug,

Around 1942 I played Clarinet and doubled on Sax. With all the musicians
drafted we could pick up a couple of bucks playing gigs with the
traveling bands passing thru.

After one job I went to a party in the wee hours of the morning. After a
few drinks, the hostess brought out a silver tray of "Rolled Weed" I
was so sure the Cops would be crashing thru the door any minute. I
couldn't make my good byes fast enough. I was just a boy of 16 and sure
I was hooked after the first drag.

As Clinton said later, I didn't inhale

Ole Thom

Did you get the reffer madness?

Joe

Thom Stewart wrote:
Doug,
Around 1942 I played Clarinet and doubled on Sax. With all the musicians
drafted we could pick up a couple of bucks playing gigs with the
traveling bands passing thru.

After one job I went to a party in the wee hours of the morning. After a
few drinks, the hostess brought out a silver tray of "Rolled Weed" I
was so sure the Cops would be crashing thru the door any minute. I
couldn't make my good byes fast enough. I was just a boy of 16 and sure
I was hooked after the first drag.

As Clinton said later, I didn't inhale

Ole Thom


Cool story. My nephew is playing the saxophone and getting into old jazz
& big band music. I hope he's also being smart like you.

Regards
Doug King

Nothing to worry about Doug, Jazz players prefer herion.

Joe