I met Scott Cusak on an airplane. My most common commute is a mid-morning Southwest Airlines Flight from Austin, Texas to colorful Denver, Colorado. After three years of commuting it’s an automatic experience. I seek solace in my headphones and the keyboard of my laptop. Rarely bothered, I sink into cheap vinyl by the window, transforming an uncomfortable space into my two hour office as we sail over snow capped peaks. Sometime in late Spring, Scott Cusak invited himself into my office.
Scott, too, was an A-List preferred member of Southwest, racking up points on the same commute. He was friendly, offering his free Wi-Fi into my noise-cancelling headphones and eventually boasting joyfully about his hemp business to an oblivious flight attendant. I piqued with interest, and after the flight attendant finished asking the common cannabis business questions, I politely introduced myself:
“You grow hemp?”