I had to cancel my lunch and not go get a sandwich at Dry Creek.  I had to see the fruit, hear the sound of that crusher/de-stemmer, talk to my brother Cass, see what he thought.  I was there for nearly my whole 30 minute break, just observing.  Yes I kept filming and taking pictures but much of my abbreviated residency was just there watching.  Once a year, so I had to do it.  I’m not waiting another year.  I was fulfilled.  I had a story.  I didn’t need a sandwich.  The berries looked like condensed purple pearls.  I truthfully was unable to pull my eyes from their glossy shells.