Sometimes a Cigar Is Just a Smoke

Busted! A proud new pop in Uniontown, Pa., lit up that which was not a celebratory cigar in the designated smoking area. Unfortunately for him, the sweet, distinctive marijuana odor caught the nose of a passing nurse, who mentioned it to the cop on the beat. It is not clear whether the still-anonymous dad is heading for a court date. He did, after all, give a perfectly reasonable explanation to the policeman: "I'm having a baby and wanted to get a buzz," according to the Pittsburgh Tribune-Review report.

If he does face the mellow-crushing threat of slammer time, he could certainly do worse than calling the daddy-daughter firm of Margolin & Margolin. Father Bruce has been battling anti-doobie laws for more than 30 years; daughter Allison — a grad of Columbia University and Harvard Law — now goes by the moniker L.A.'s dopest attorney. After all, a father and child devoted to marijuana reform? Who is going to work harder for a new father just trying to chill?

Not Like the Great Partnerships

Imagine a son who would proclaim his innocence by suggesting dad's psychological acuity was in question when Sr. fingered him as a criminal mastermind (as if?). Actually, you don't have to imagine it, just consider the pleading of Florida's Leonard Patrick Gonzalez Jr., who asked a judge to release him to his own custody, because, "With the exception of the statements that have been made, coerced, bullied or manipulated out of a mentally ill person, there is no hard evidence that links me to the scene of the [parents of 17 who were shotgunned to death].

This is not the sort of working together and partnership we want to see from father-child crime teams. However, in today's world it does seem more common as even firefighting son Paul Bradley Jr. looks like he's blaming his father for growing the marijuana for sale in a Massachusetts-Maine case that has caused them both to be hauled in.

Perhaps the boys need to look to the girls for model as so far, as California's Sholeh A. Hamedani does seem to be standing with father Nasser V. as the two are charged with taking millions from investors who thought they were supporting a web site to keep kids safe. Instead, the money was put to non-childish uses such as supporting the Hamedani's gambling, cars and mortgages and other personal expenses.

Blah, Blah, Blah, Sex, Blah, Blah

Can there ever be enough written or said about the talk?

Paradoxically, no matter how many words are proffered on what a father should say to a son about sex, they are never the right ones. Today's Objet d'eBay is a highly limited edition of a 1948 Hallmark (?) edition of the "Father and Son" chapbook from the Digest of Hygiene (Australian version).

The table of contents offers pretty clear evidence that however unuseful editor M.A. Horn's tome was during its time, it has even less utility today — beyond the few minutes of amusement if offers during an eBay search.

It may serve as an artifact of its time and testimony to how uncomfortable is the talk about the birds and bees — not that WD recommends discussions of bestial miscegenation make for dinner table conversations. And perhaps it offers the suggestion of father-son bonding ... although the idea of a father-son marijuana biz has a nice glow of fellowship about it as well.

But while the stereotype remains of father uncomfortably confronting son over sex, there are attempts — sophomoric as they may be — to get beyond that and offer information in new (albeit disgusting and somewhat inappropriate ways:



Maybe there can be enough said ...

** It may not be what you say that makes a difference, but the way you tell your tale. **