It took awhile, then it hit me. I was walking down Carpinteria’s Cravens Lane, a k a Cannabis Row, past the tall green-draped chain-link fences, the acrid skunk stench, the surveillance cameras, and the don’t-mess-with-us signs. Around the corner on Foothill, I had seen an avocado orchard mowed down in two hours, verdant green acreage transformed into a moonscape, now home to Cresco, the billion-dollar cannabis player. Then it hit me.

If you worked in Miami in ’80s, like I did, you could feel it in the air, at the beach, at the malls, at the law offices stacked vertically on Brickell Avenue. A white blanket had settled over South Florida, corrupting even the sidewalks. “In Miami you could refuse to take drugs. But whatever you did, drugs would be part of your life,” wrote T.D. Allman in his opus, Miami. “It’s on the table when you settle up your bridge scores; it’s in the collection plate when you go to church … and the money in every purse, however coarse or dainty, is smeared with cocaine dust.”

Welcome to the new Santa Barbara — soon to be the Cannabis Capital of the Universe! — if the reigning Board of Supervisors have their way.

Wallkit

We’re glad you’re a fan of The Independent

Now is the time to register to keep reading! Register for free and get access to two more free articles this month.

Register

Or get unlimited access when you subscribe today!

Wallkit

Thanks for being a loyal Independent reader!

You’ve read three free articles this month. Subscribe and get unlimited access to the best reporting available in Santa Barbara.

INDY+

$6/month or $60/year

INDY+ SUPPORTER

$10/month or $100/year

INDY+ PATRON

$500/year

Thanks for supporting independent regional news!

Login

Please note this login is to submit events or press releases. Use this page here to login for your Independent subscription

Not a member? Sign up here.