Sky High, nah never any heat, we were very out in the open about what we were doing. Big building on the north side of town on the main highway as you drive in, lots of cars in the parking lots, 30 very friendly stoned hippies working their asses off for good pay, little old ladies in the store in the front of the building buying flower pots for their living room. The county sheriff and local police and their wives visited often to buy pottery, so did the mayor and most of the city council. When we gave tours, we just said, "...and next to the dinner wear here in the factory these are bongs, kids use them to get high". And they would say "but don't you feel like you are contributing to their..yada, yada, yada" and our standard answer was always, "um no, I own a bong too!" A lot of the very straight folks in town pretty much admired this group of people for working so hard at such a young age, so it became known that we were the good guys, regardless of all those bongs. I got interviewed in the newspapers more than I liked, the local bankers loaned me money and asked how the bong business was doing, the national leaders of the legalize pot movement came to visit me and wanted my opinion (that was pretty funny, me with hair to my shoulders and bib overalls on, counting my money making bongs, and them at my same age with their polished shoes, short hair and suits, I told them to not worry about it, legalizing pot would never happen, and it would grow anyway to be one of the biggest economies in the country, they did not believe me and left LOL). And if you just walked out to the pond behind the building you could easily see a large crop of super plants just blowing in the wind....