How ironic is it that these posts would appear together in a thread that includes the word "dying" in the title? I met Cheech and Chong the same day in 1973 (in my leather shop in Bloomington, Illinois) that I met a man who, at the time was living in Aspen and has been hugely influential in my life. He was the one who urged me to buy property that year on Main Street in Park City, Utah. I was 23 at the time. He also invited me to visit Sayulita, Nayarit, Mexico for the first time in 1986. I lived in Park City for fifteen years and Sayulita for five, building on property I bought in both locations and enjoying the good life without smoking anything.
My friend was a genius when it came to making the right business decision at the right time. Following his advice brought both success and happiness.
He also smoked weed all day, every day. (Fortunately, not something I emulated).
He is now dying from lung disease.
That is a very bad thing.
