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  • The year was 1970. I was a student at ESF--the college of Environmental Sciences and Forestry, which at that time was linked with Syracuse University.

    It was winter. We came up to Mt. Olympus to the boys dorm and found the grounds crew cutting down tamaracks. LIVE tamaracks.

    We had to throw ourselves in front the saws to stop them--literally.

    It was housing for "Stumpies," the Forestry students. But none of the people making the decisions as to what to cut down realized that Tamaracks lose their needles in winter. They thought they were all dead. Hello? These were big trees. I guess they died every winter.

    On another note, in many of our quizzes at ESF in Dendrology, poison ivy leaves were placed in paper boxes among those to be identified, and on numerous occasions, I saw students rubbing, smelling and even tasting them. Um . . . Apparently, they hadn't studied.

    This is a photo of an art piece being shown at the Scarab Club in Detroit, in the Beasts, Bugs and Blooms show. I will add the name of the piece and the artist later. It is entry #25.
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