One lovely evening after a lovely meal that our mom prepared for the family, our dad decided to go out on the back porch for his regular cocktail of the night. As usual, he made himself a drink and told us to not bother him for a little while. Per his request, the group of us didn’t bother him for the time that he was out there. This is his regular routine, so the group of us were not astonished by the request. Earlier that morning, my brother and his lady had been on the back porch enjoying a little weed while the sunshine was going away. Knowing our mother was making a really nice meal for my birthday, they wanted to be super hungry for it! Well, when our dad went outside for his drink, he was not really surprised to see that they had left a bit of a mess on the handrail where they were talking about their new grow room. My brother and his lady happen to own a pretty huge pot farm on the West Coast and have actually started a completely successful business. My dad thought it would be entirely hilarious to take the leftovers and stick it in the same pot as the basil plant our mom had been growing for cooking purposes. A few weeks later, a little pot plant started to sprout. My father was so pleased with it! He told everyone that he was the original pot farmer in the dwelling and that he was owed some recognition. It was all in superb fun of course and the bunch of us laugh about it every single holiday.