I like to put a pot together at work  when  it gets big.  

Allysa, took me 10 years or so.There is no one moment that I would say I was the proudest.There was no turning point where everything changed.I guess the analogy is like that of the frog who fell to a warm pot of water that is slowly being heated.It took me hustle, hard work and consistent action.

@Shiloh LundahlI love the amount that this post stirred the pot haha!

Ah yes, the 'ol Frog in the Pot technique.

I can remember marveling at the bums on the Park benches as a kid .It would be winter time in the early 1980’s and they would be Bundled /wrapped up and just laying around while people would offer them stuff as they passed by .I can still remember asking my mother why would they willingly choose to live in freezing cold climates and suffer through the cold months when you can be a hobo anywhere in the country so Why not go south and be broke there  instead to have an easier life ?

For now, keep plugging along at your 9-5 and learning real estate on the side while growing that pot of money!

But every time some slob in the ghetto without a pot to piss in does anything other than kiss the book of everlasting love for one's fellow man and live a life of saintly virtue, he's a horrible, cheating, lying, stealing, taking, destroyer of the American way!

From the left, there is an argument that it drives up neighborhood prices (I happen to believe this/worry about it for certain zip codes) and for the right, there's a reticence to embrace change and, consequent, fear of pot smokers and partiers.

I didn't even mention some of the fan favorites like Pequod's, and there is even a deep dish pizza pot pie in Lincoln Park!

The "golden triangle" of pot growing is Shasta, Humboldt and Trinity Counties in CA.