I was recently on vacation with my folks, we were out somewhere in Idaho when we stopped at a road side pullover to stretch our legs. After a little walking around everyone returned to the vehicle and my mom had found something, she had no idea what it was. She thought it was some type of valve that fell of an eighteen-wheeler. She asked my dad what it was, he didn’t know, and then she asked me. She handed me the brass “valve” and I broke out laughing. “Mom” I said, “It’s a smoke valve, my guess is it fell of a hippie.” That’s right, my poor, innocent mother found a hash pipe, and a very nice one at that, heavy and made from solid brass with a little screw on top to keep the dope from falling out. Now one would think that she would have thrown it back right? Nope, she kept it, a souvenir, her very own paraphernalia. But I expected as much, this is the woman who upon finding that the neighbors were growing pot in their back yard while we lived in Michigan didn’t call the police, she had her picture taken with the pot plant, and sent it home to her brother with a note saying look what I’m farming here in the north.
Verick, you might want to enlighten your mother, lest she get busted!
Orange Skinner and I found a hash pipe in the art room at school. We kept it, just for the novelty.
So that’s where I left it.
I’ve been bummed ever since Idaho.
I had a tea bag (orange pekoe) disintegrate in my coat pocket once when my mother washed it after a boy scout camping trip. My mother found the loose tea leaves and confronted me about smoking dope.
Verick
This is completely unrelated, but Verick isn’t the most common name in the world and I used to know a guy named Verick. SO, if you could just tell me whether or not you used to live in Birmingham, AL. then I will be able to go on with my pitiful existence.
I can top this. 
My mother runs a pottery studio (and has for decades), and is totally clueless when it comes to pot.
Around 20 years ago, when I was a teen, I went into the studio to find my mom making a lot of strange things. She told me her customer had ordered a bunch of “beads”, all made to a particular size.
The customer was a headshop; the “beads” were tokestones. 
Yeah seriously she might want to chuck it. There could be residue that could get her in all types of trouble.
Verick, congrats for having such a cool, laid back mom with a great sense of humor.
tlw & world eater, unclench. Who’s gonna turn her in?
What are tokestones?
And why isn’t my post showing up?
Moejuck, no sorry, I’m not the same Verick. tlw, World Eater, she knows exactly what it is, and the risks, but wanted to keep it anyway. I did warn her that she should clean all the residue out just in case. Even though if the police did for some reason find it, after hearing the story on how she got it, I belive he would just walk away.
“Tokestones” are functionally similar to roach clips, or more precisely like cigarette holders for joints - made out of clay.
huh? i’ve suprisingly never heard of those… i googled, and found places for purchasing… can you enlighten me w/o describing how to do illegal things? assume i’m smoking a home-rolled (tobacco) cigarette.
Cool story. Your mom has got to be a pretty cool chick. (Yeah i said chick.)
Well, if you wish to make one, it woild look rather like a large ceramic bead with a tapered hole, flattened on the top and bottom (for grasping). The “home rolled tobacco cigarette” fits in the wide end of the hole, and is jammed into place by the slight taper. You smoke through the narrower end. Thus, you can smoke your “cigarette” right to the very end, without risking burning your fingers or staining them.
My poor mom was just given specific instructions on how to make these “beads” (hole size, taper, etc.), and had no clue as to what they were for!
I um, heard, that folks used to use the tops of those fancy Grolsch beer bottles for that same purpose.
Yeah, but you can’t impress your friends by giving one as a gift.
I’ve got a story like this.
My elderly mom and dad went on a vacation to Canada. They brought us grown-up kids back some little chatchka souvenirs. My sister got one of those 6"-round stained glass discs you hang in your window. My mom was all proud of herself as she explained the design: a Canadian Maple leaf.
Well, poor mom was wrong. It was a pot leaf! My sister played along telling mom, “Of course it’s a maple leaf.” I secretly giggled my butt off imagining innocent little mom raising eyebrows at the check-out counter. The whole episode was a sweet family memory actually.
ooooh… i was thinking… bead in cigarette, no hole, or something… i was confused as to how it would work that way…