Mr. Ralph Ferrara drives a Studebaker
Lark which is mashed at both ends.
Sometimes the car requires
to be pushed in order to run.
One Sunday when the mushroom
class met at 10:00 A.M. at Suffern,
Mr. Ferrara didn’t arrive.
Next week he told me he’d arrived
late, gone to Sloatsburg,
gathered a few mushrooms,
gone home, cooked dinner,
and two of his guests were
immediately ill but not seriously.
At the last mushroom field trip,
November 1, 1959, we
ended at my house, drank some
stone fences, and ate some
Cortinarius alboviolaceous that Lois Long
cooked. She said to Ralph
Ferrara, “Mr. Cage says that
there’s nothing like a little mushroom
poisoning to make people be on time.”
He said, “Oh, yes.
I’m always first in the parking lot.”