It was 1969 in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, and I was a flower child, the real deal.

And my cousin's wife and their six months old baby were staying with me.

And he sent her a package in the mail that contained pot for her to sell and get a plane

to get her bus ticket back.

This is Mayor DeVoltz.

In 1969 she was 21 years old and like she said, a big hippie, really into pot.

Her cousin was also a big hippie living in Berkeley and he'd mailed four pounds of pot to his

wife Patricia.

But he didn't address the package to her.

That was too risky.

So he addressed the package to his own baby.

Mary D. drove Patricia and the baby to the post office to pick it up.

My cousin's wife went in, got the package from the post office.

And when she came out to the car where I was waiting, she offered me either the baby

or the package and I took the package.

And we were surrounded by vice squad with guns drawn.

And I also had three joints, four roaches and two seeds in my purse.

They were taken into custody and strip searched.

A police officer placed the package in front of Mary D and told her to open it.

She looked down at the package and then back up at the officer and said, I can't open

that.

It's not addressed to me.

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