In 1974, my parents went to the spring arts show on the Promenade in Brooklyn Heights. My artsy mother bought a few things, including two silk-screened T-shirts. One shirt was for me, she said, and had a repeating pattern across the chest and back of nude male and female silhouettes. Very cool.
Being the ultimate gardener, The Duchess picked up what she called a "botanical" T-shirt for herself.
"A beautiful leaf pattern," she said as she showed it to me.
I smiled. "Mom, that's pot."
"It's what?" she asked.
"Pot," I repeated. "Marijuana."
"What's another word for that?"
"Oh!" she blurted. "When I went to pay, the artist was really pleased and said, 'Oh, you're buying the cannabis shirt.'
"I had no idea what she was talking about, so I just smiled and said, 'Yes, I love it."
She thought a moment and then said, "Well, now I can't wear this. Here, you take it."
|1974 NEW YORK: WITH MY NIECE ERICKA AND|
THE DOWAGER DUCHESS'S MARIJUANA SHIRT.