Mark Daniel plops his tackle box on the kitchen table, then cracks it open to show off the selection. He’s got organic granola bars with cannabis, cannabis covered in chocolate, pot-infused cookies, gummy chews and tinctures of pot oil that you drop beneath your tongue.
The frail, elderly woman across the table likes the sound of that last one. She has throat cancer and would prefer something she didn’t have to smoke.
She giggles at the thought of getting a bit stoned and finally sleeping through the night. “Yes, this is medicine,” she says, making her choice.