As I See It: Going to pot
I went to college in the 1960s — the heyday of peace, love and drugs. I also joined the Air Force Reserve Officer Training Corps (ROTC) as part of my quest to become a fighter pilot. One thing they made perfectly and dramatically clear was that if you ever used drugs, your flying and military careers would be over for good.
My mind — one that works well with binary logic problems — understood immediately. Drug use equaled no flying.