Once defiantly naughty, now inescapably chic, and always a rite of passage, Cannabis has never been more à la mode. I came of age in the '70s, so it's no surprise that I indulged in an occasional puff. But frankly, I liked the rebellion more than the effects, so my first cannabis chapter closed before it truly opened.
When I moved to Amsterdam after college, I was awestruck with everything Dutch, and yes, that included what I think of as Cannabis: Chapter Two. There, hash, as they call it, was both mythic and institutionalized. "Coffee shops” dotted the city, with menus to suit any desired mood. For me, the experience was incredibly poignant, even Proustian, if you'll forgive






