BERRYVILLE

Rick and I had a little getaway - gone almost 36 hours in fact! Our plan was to go to Eureka Springs for an overnight vacation, eat out a time or two and walk up and down the hilly streets. We did all of that and could almost imagine that we were in one of the little European towns that we visited a few years back.

Although our mini-vacation was all that we had intended it to be, I would have to say that the most memorable part of the trip for Rick was in Berryville (Burrville). I drove down and he slept all the way, waking up only when I stopped at a yard sale in Berryville. (I spent $2.25 on three Craftsman screw drivers and a sewing machine drawer).

Continuing on our journey, he was still groggy from sleeping so hard and trying to figure out just where we were and how I got there. About three blocks later as I came to the first traffic light with an old deserted building on the corner, he came to life! Although he didn't know how I got there, he recognized the old Kraft Cheese Plant where he made his first run from Springfield thirty some years ago. There was the tiny loading dock that presented quite a challenge. As the years passed he could back a truck into anywhere and almost with his eyes closed, but I don't think it went that well that day.

That was a regular run for a few years, but eventually the plant closed and his trips to Berryville ceased, until now.