Last week, local news here in Diamond Bar broke that the sheriff's department had found a fairly large marijuana field grown on a hillside in the shadow of the town's community center. That's only about a block from where I live.
Marijuana plants? Large quantities of them near my house? OK, my curiosity was piqued.
So I walked out there with these heavy rubber boots (the kind construction workers use in flooded areas), knowing that I'd be getting into the thorny chapparal if I were going to get a good look.
I walked over to the edge of the hillside when I heard this big booming voice.
"Stop there, sir!"
It was a sheriff's deputy.
He asked me what I was doing there, and I told him a bit nervously that I had come to check out the marijuana plants.
That didn't come out right. I thought I was going to be busted for sure.
The officer, fortunately, figured that I probably wasn't a pothead...just an overly curious civilian. So he told me that the area was off-limits because of the marijuana discovery and to stay away.
He didn't have to tell me twice.
Still, it explains why I sometimes feel a bit spaced out after I visit the park near the community center.