How the Maui Cannabis Conference bridges education with entrepreneurship
A dozen or so years ago, it was rumored that pakalolo-seeking tourists on Front Street were being sold bags of oregano. Meanwhile, locals knew how to get the stickiest bud–-usually from a friend of a friend in Paia. Although Operation Green Harvest was winding down, the whir of any helicopter blades flying overhead would instill fear and secrecy in the island’s best weed purveyors.
I’ll admit it: I, too, drank the Prohibition Kool-Aid. I didn’t think pot was bad, I just didn’t necessarily think it did any good either. I thought marijuana was a pastime for hippies, a gateway to Cheetos for lazy people, a dopey supplement to the surfing lifestyle. When I left Maui in 2007, I swore I would never date a “stoner” again. Cut to 10 years later: I’m now living with a man whose family runs, arguably, the largest cannabis dispensary on the planet. Funny how life plays out like that.