Small farm girl, angry with her brothers. She knows how to get even. She gathers a large bunch of poison ivy and rubs it on their skin. Revenge. On them, and on her. “She got it worse than they did,” her father said. He laughed a little, that “Kids, what are you gonna do” kind of laugh. I'm sure the little girl whose father told me that story as I bought peaches from him at Soulard Market will be sure to show poison ivy a lot more respect in the future. But will she … [Read more...]