i'm pretty good at living vicariously. it's earth day on this devastated island. i see the poisoner levy driving the denuded island in his dark blue bmw. his mandate is to lay the path with fresh chips which he then sprays with poison to keep the path clear of plants and animals. he must get out of his car to accomplish his mission on earth day. never mind the other 365 days are non-earth days too. the poisoner levy is here, so happy earth day anyway. it's a feel-good day. the poisoner levy drives around and comes back to drive some more. we exit the island casually in the middle of his nature road. i stare in his window, his hunched little body stiffening behind his luxury wheel. he keeps his eyes on the road and his grim trap shut. r. says, oy vey. i say, word. in deed. earth day with the poisoner levy, handmaiden of the grim reaper. life's a celebration of the luxury of man's nature. the garden is under control. no fear. the poisoner levy is always near.