He grew that B.C. hydro skunk that won the world over in the 80's n 90's. You could smell it a mile away. What he used to do was buy the records then dump em down to cassette n listen to those. I was never allowed to toch the records. So when I was there in spring, he asked, in his gruff monotone voice; "you want my records?". YUP! Mint condition, no scratches, rarely used. Floyd, Zeppelin, Zappa, Greatfull Dead, name it. Plus aalotta shit you had to be "waxed" to listen to.