Veedersburg. I can’t remember not knowing that name. It’s in Fountain County. My father grew up in Fountain County and he is buried there. Every year my mother and I go down on Memorial Day to personally put flowers on his grave. When we are there, we usually eat lunch with my cousins – Ann, Glenda and Susie – my Aunt Mary’s daughters. My father and Mary were Grismores – Grismores from Kingman; and, actually, they were Drakes too – that was my grandmother’s maiden name. I can remember hearing people talk about children in families and categorize them as to which side they took after. I think Daddy and Aunt Mary were Drakes. But that is neither here nor there.

Last May Glenda directed us to The Bus Stop – a little restaurant in Veedersburg which is a little northwest of Kingman. Today, when I was looking for a pen, I happened upon one I must have picked up there. It says:

Maybe we’ll stop there this year, but you never know about these little places – especially in these economic times. Are you still there, Bus Stop? Well, Glenda will know . . . or maybe she’ll have another place to point out.