Standing in my Denver office in early June, it all seemed so very far away. In the weeks that followed, I would be heading northeast to Toronto, and then farther east to Saint John, New Brunswick, and then waaaaay southwest to Mendocino County, California—all for cannabis business gatherings of different stripes.
One of the events, O’Cannabiz in Toronto, was a straight-up business expo, and I moderated a compelling panel on the future of adult-use marijuana with the biggest cannabis brands in the world on stage alongside me. Another event, the World Cannabis Congress in Saint John, was a modified take on the conference format, with invite-only “delegates” instead of attendees, no expo floor, and curated panels. Mine was on the role of the media in a 420-legal society. And the third, Meadowlands, was something of an anti-conference—a scheduled, if informal, camp-out focused on California’s post-implementation cannabis supply chain in the stunning Mendo woods three hours north of San Francisco.
More than 3,500 miles separated Saint John and Mendocino, but truly, some of these events were closer philosophically than many of …