When we moved there in 1970, before Istarted 9th grade, I thought I was in Heaven. Maybe it was because I thought it was the end of the moving and I could settle in. 18 months later, we were in the car headed for Arkansas. It took me years to put the place behind me, and that happened on a quick trip back. I saw then it was not the paradise I had in my head. Those of you from Burk, I still love the place for a lot of reasons, not the least of which was Sarah Brockreide, my 9th grade English teacher, who gave me my first real encouragement about writing. ” When they crossed the river, I could smell the bacon,” she said, among other things. Odd what we recall. So, blame her for all this stuff.