First I laughed, and then I felt depressed when I read in the New Mexican this morning the story of a pair of fifty-something morons from New Mexico who were arrested in New Jersey on Tuesday for possession of three pounds of marijuana. I couldn’t find the story online at the New Mexican, but did find it at the Albuquerque affiliate of ABC News:
Roxbury Township, New Jersey, police became suspicious when two New Mexico residents told officers during a traffic stop that they had driven to New York for peanut butter and pastrami.
Police said they stopped 55-year-old James Garfield and 56-year-old Robin Harrington for making erratic lane changes on Interstate 80.
If two guys in their late teens or early twenties did something as asinine as driving from New Mexico to New Jersey to satisfy a bad case of the munchies, I’d think it was stupid, but wouldn’t be all that surprised. After all, teenage and twenty-something potheads are expected to do asinine things. Of men a decade away from retirement age, one expects a bit more. These two jackasses ought to be playing with their grandchildren and managing the investment portfolios that will fund their golden years, but instead they’re still playing Cheech and Chong. Of course, the real Cheech and Chong gave up this kind of nonsense years ago. At least Cheech (whom I saw in a Malibu ice cream parlor once, nicely dressed and as mature and polite as one could wish) did; I’m not sure about Chong, and am not sufficiently interested to Google him and find out.
As St. Paul wrote to the church in Corinth,
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
James Garfield and Robin Harrington became men (or a man and a woman; it just occurred to me that the story didn’t specify whether Harrington was male or female) more than thirty years ago, but like so many other Americans who refuse to grow up, they’re still frittering away their lives with childish things.