In John Steinbeck's classic novel, The Grapes of Wrath, he never mentions anything about where to find these durn grapes. We had one heck of a time finding them. Seems the Joads passed them on to later generations. The younguns didn’t really know what to do with them but since their folks handed them over, the kids figured they better keep them. Then this slick-talking stranger shows up and trades them two pounds of pinto beans for them grapes.

Turns out this slick-talker was from Oklahoma, and wanted to carry them back there since that dust bowl thing was over and all. Figured he might put them in a museum and he could have his name on a plaque under the display. He talked his best but 3 museum curators turned him down flat, each wondering why he was running around loose. Well, after the museums nixed him, he kind of wished he still had them pinto beans. So he rented one of those storage things up in Oklahoma and, along with some furniture and an old outboard that he was gonna get around to fixing some day, put these here grapes in it.

Later on, he was telling his grape story to a trucker buddy name of Karl. Karl thought he might be able to trade them grapes for some kind of service he wasn't too clear about, since that there movie had been on TV and all.

Now, we caught up with old Slick there just outside of Tulsa and he told us about his buddy having the grapes. We asked him where we could find his buddy, you know, if he had the old boy’s address and phone number. He told us that all he knew about the fella is that he drove a Kenworth, and his name was Karl with a “K”, and he lived somewhere in Arkansas. So we set out for Arkansas.

We went all over Arkansas, stopping everywhere we saw a Kenworth. Nobody even seemed to know this fella. We were about to give up when, finally, one hot summer day, we spotted a fella sitting on his porch drinking a beer. That durn beer looked so good that we stopped. After we had a couple of beers down, we asked him if he knew where we could find Karl with a "K", and wouldn't you know it? He turned out to be Karl! Boy oh boy, was that our lucky day! Or so we thought.

Then Karl told us that he had picked up a young lady, strictly to give her a ride, mind you, and she went and stole them grapes from Karl. Can you imagine that? Stealing a bunch of old grapes? Anyway, she was last seen headed for North Carolina, and Karl didn't get her name.

We headed for North Carolina. After searching ‘til we were blue in the face, we finally found these here grapes in the possession of... Well, we better not mention her name, but she was right there in North Carolina, staying with her grandbrother. She agreed to give us the grapes, rather than getting a petty theft wrap, and here they are!

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