Look but don’t touch
Not so long ago, I was driving to Westport in the eastern Adirondacks, running late and trying to catch a southbound train when, for reasons I won’t go into, I pulled over, vaulted the guardrail, and darted into brushy woods. There, a moment later, I looked down at my feet and made a notable botanical discovery. I was standing in poison ivy!
Like any sensible man or woman of the woods, I was wearing trousers, shoes, and socks. If I’d
