Phil Ross’s love affair with mushrooms stems from a place where so many great ideas are surely born: San Francisco’s pot clubs. It was the 1980s, when the AIDS epidemic was taking off, medicinal marijuana hadn’t been legalized, and pot dispensaries were fewer and farther between.
Ross, then a college student at the San Francisco Art Institute in his early twenties, was pulling shifts as a hospice worker, shuttling to and from the clubs to pick up batches of buds for people suffering terminal illnesses. The clubs, Ross tells me, “were like health bazaars where people who practiced alternative medicine would be sharing their information — a really rich environment.”
- by Greg Thomas