There’s a street in Stony Point in
a lowland near the river where a
number of species of mushrooms grow
abundantly. I visit this street
often. A few years ago in
May I found the morel there,
a choice mushroom which is rare
around Rockland County. I
was delighted. None of the
people living on this street ever talk
to me while I’m collecting mushrooms.
Sometimes children come over and
kick at them before I get to them.
Well, the year after
I found the morel, I went back
in May expecting to find it again,
only to discover that a
cinder-block house had been put up where
the mushroom had been growing.
As I looked at the changed land,
all the people in the
neighborhood came out on their porches.
One of them said, “Ha,
ha! Your mushrooms are gone.”