My Wonderful Flight to the Mushroom Planet
Psilocybin can cure depression. In 1965 my father flew helicopter missions in Viet Nam while the rest of the family battened down in Ft. Rucker, Alabama. Five army brats out swam venomous water moccasins, lost sneakers in the red clay and learned to say, ya’ll. But we were foreigners. When mom asked our black maid, Annie, […]