The Vapes of Wrath - a beginning.

To the red country and part of the gray country of Oklahoma, the last rains came gently, and they did not cut the hard earth. The plows crossed and recrossed the rivulet marks. The last rains lifted the corn quickly and scattered weed colonies and grass along the sided of the roads so that the gray country and the dark red country began to disappear under a green cover. In the last part of May the sky grew pale and the clouds that had hung in high puffs for so long in the spring were dissipated. The sun flared down on the growing corn day after day until a line of brown spread along the edge of each green bayonet. The clouds appeared, and went away, and in a while they did not try any more. The weed grew darker green to protect themselves, and they did not spread any more. The surface of the earth crusted, a thin hard crust, and as the sky became pale, so the earth became pale, pink in the red country and white in the gray country.

We don’t have it nearly as bad as the Joad family in Steinbeck’s well known novel, and I’m not going to sit here doing mental gymnastics in an attempt to force some parallel between the vaping community today and tenant farmers during the great depression. I just couldn't resist the name.

So what is The Vapes of Wrath?  Well, today it’s nothing. Nothing, that is, except this introduction. What it will become is a place for thoughts and observations on vaping and the legal challenges that our community is facing.  Armchair activism, which isn't to say that I’m just going to sit back in my chair and gripe about things, Sacramento is only about 60 miles from my home, so I’ll be making the trip whenever there is an opportunity to speak, or even just be seen at the Capitol opposing any bill that attempts to limit or ban vaping.  But I lack focus… (I’m going to claim that what little focus I may have had in the past, along with a fair bit of my sanity, is continually being eroded by my children) so I’ll probably also comment about products and vendors and, well, anything else that either piques my interest or gets under my skin.

I am, etc.,

     S.F.