Tuesday, June 14, 2005


(Run originally 12/18/03 on our old site)

The old barter biz (which the IRS hates, ‘cause they can’t track it or tax it) is nothing new. Witness:

Wallace Evans

In 1950-1951 I was an early morning AR Gazette newspaper delivery boy on my trusty one-lunger motorcycle, and would stop off at Paul Saunders’ Dixie Cream Donut Shop just off West Pleasure St. in the wee hours -- 5 to 6 a.m. -- to trade him a newspaper for two of those great donuts. Shortly after that, I would meet the Benton Dairy (owned by Harold Benton's father) milk truck and trade them a newspaper for a 1/2 pint of chocolate milk, which took the edge off of the food needs. Then, I would return home to sit in front of a natural gas stove to thaw out the semi-frost-bitten fingers before catching a quick nap and heading to Searcy Grammar School/Junior High for those great words of wisdom. So much for the annals of Searcy and the newspaper delivery business that paid all of $6.00/week. Gasoline at that time was "dirt cheap" and the cycle used very little on one run of the paper route.

Thanks, Wallace!


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