Driving down from Kirkland Lake to Toronto yesterday, stopped at a roadside picnic area to stretch my legs. Sauntered down to the river to check out the fishing possibilities, near where a woman was standing with two children. Noticed a wild raspberry bush, so I plucked off a couple of juicy ones and popped them in my mouth. She: (with furrowed brow): "What are you eating?" Me: "Wild raspberries!" She: (furrowed brow and frightened sneer): "What?" Me: "Wild raspberries." Plucked another off and showed it to her. Child: (with a slight look of wonder) "Mom, can I have some?" She: (with confused shaking of head) "No, no, I don't want you eating wild stuff." (leads them away from obviously crazy person) Now, there are good reasons to teach your children not to eat whatever they find in the wild, some can be poisonous. But she couldn't even recognise a wild raspberry, and not even when I showed one to her. How the hell do people become that detached from nature?