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(Seattle Times)   Nearly 80 years after Prohibition ended there's a very good chance your neighbor right now is brewing moonshine on his stove and you would never even know it   (seattletimes.nwsource.com) divider line 5
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2012-07-08 11:35:06 AM
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henryhill: Kuroshin: PacManDreaming: My Great Grandad, Grandad and all his brothers and sisters used to make rye whiskey and charge .50 cents for a quart Mason jar of the stuff. The youngest brother would be posted by the road to watch for revenuers. When he spotted them, my great grandmother would bolt the doors and take the younger children down into the cellar(which could only be accessed from inside the house). They had plenty of food and water to wait out the feds. My great grandad, grandad and great uncles would grab the still and the whiskey and haul ass out into the woods. And you didn't dare follow them.

Of course, this was during the great depression, they weren't trying to get rich, they were just trying to survive.

Bootleggers were Heroes. Wish I had a few in my family.

Are you equally fond of todays meth lab operators?


i am.

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2012-07-08 11:34:14 AM
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Billy Ray Earl Bob making moonshine? Inconceivable!


Popcorn says fark you.
2012-07-08 11:26:56 AM
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Kuroshin: PacManDreaming: My Great Grandad, Grandad and all his brothers and sisters used to make rye whiskey and charge .50 cents for a quart Mason jar of the stuff. The youngest brother would be posted by the road to watch for revenuers. When he spotted them, my great grandmother would bolt the doors and take the younger children down into the cellar(which could only be accessed from inside the house). They had plenty of food and water to wait out the feds. My great grandad, grandad and great uncles would grab the still and the whiskey and haul ass out into the woods. And you didn't dare follow them.

Of course, this was during the great depression, they weren't trying to get rich, they were just trying to survive.

Bootleggers were Heroes. Wish I had a few in my family.


Are you equally fond of todays meth lab operators?
2012-07-08 11:20:16 AM
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I just checked. They were having breakfast...
At least that's what they want me to think.
2012-07-08 11:18:20 AM
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www.mash4077tv.com

I thought this stuff was supposed to make you feel better.

No, it's supposed to make you feel nothing.
 
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