This week on the Treading Water blog, another post from Lanny Larcinese.
Lanny is a Philadelphia writer and active in the local writing community. “Enough Pot” is an excerpt from his forthcoming memoir, “Women: One Man’s Journey.”
Even as the manager, which meant I should have known my people, I was clueless that drugs were all around. I was so serious about career that I had no notion of how commonly cocaine, pharmaceuticals, pot, LSD, and other stuff were used—including by my staff. When one or the other was nodding and their co-workers said, “He (or she) isn’t feeling well and needs to go for a walk,” I thought they weren’t feeling well and needed to go for a walk. They were younger than me and wired into the drug culture; I was of the “reefer madness” generation, and still believed dope caused you to stare for hours at the sun while it baked your eyeballs.
This week’s post is by guest blogger, Lanny Larcinese. This essay was the first place winner from One Person One — Lower Merion essay contest and published online in the Main Line Times. It is an excerpt from his work-in-progress memoir, “The Trouble With Women (Or Is It Me?)”.
Many decades ago, my family owned a restaurant in Detroit where I grew up. Periodically, my maternal grandparents visited for extended periods. Directly from central casting, they were working class people with thick Italian accents and all the skills needed for la dolce vita. Usually, Granddad helped my father with some project or other, while my grandmother cooked homemade pasta and bread, picked dandelion for salad from the grassy berm in the middle of East Outer Drive, or made liquor in mason jars with fresh fruit marinating in moonshine that Dad’s detective friends had commandeered from the evidence room.