One Saturday in the winter of 1965 I talked my father into driving me to Toronto from our home in Oshawa, Ontario, to see a particular movie that I knew I would never see at the local cinema. I was 14 years old. My father did not come in with me; he went off to do some errands and we agreed on a time when he would pick me…
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The Devil Is in the Details
Canada’s legalization of marijuana raises a host of policy and health questions