This is an entry from a diary I did a decade ago, when we were protesting the continual building of nuclear arms in Oak Ridge, TN.
Things just don't change as quickly as some of us would like!
But thankfully, my love for hunting morel mushrooms hasn't changed either.
Read on.....and see why I'll never eat that mushroom even if it's pretty!
In early April I found my first mushroom of the year.
Along with Christmas and Mother's Day, the mushroom season has to be the most wonderful time of year! But there were many differences this year. In order to participate in a non-violent march calling for an end to construction of nuclear weapons in Oak Ridge, I gave up a great mushroom hunting day.
So as I walked around the grounds just yards away from that Y-12 Plant in Oak Ridge, where they make the bombs, I ventured into a nearby cluster of trees -- not much, but a possibility....
Before me was a barbed wire fence with constant orange signs, warning me not to cross over onto the federal government's property.
On the other side of the fence was a policeman, making sure I didn't cross over.
He warned me of copperheads, and I told him about mushrooms.
And lo and behold, there was the most beautiful specimen of a morel right before me.
I showed it to the guard and everyone else at the march.
I won't eat it, but will save it as a souvenir of my march to end nuclear weapons.