I used to run moonshine made by my Uncle Jesse over the border in my orange Charger which I called the General Lee. I had a cousin help me out and another short denim shorts-wearing female cousin who used to help too. We'd get into all sort of trouble with the Law and the little round fat guy who ran the town, Boss Hogg was his name if I recall rightly.
Oh hang on, that was Dukes of Hazzard - None of that happened to me...Although there was a girl in short denim shorts back in the day...I married her. 😉
Must have been weird in prohibition times huh? I'm not much of a drinker really, just a few sporadically, but that law...Seems odd huh?
Good series mate. Keep it coming.
lol! I thought you were serious when you started that comment! It was such a strange time, that's why I can't just tell Frank's story without talking about the cultural changes that were happening so fast and so profoundly.
I don't drink much at all either but I sure like wine so I wish I drank more of that!
Haha, I was just being an idiot. Happens sometimes. 😂
I live in South Australia, two of the worlds most renowned wine regions are here. McLaren Vale and Barossa Valley. I was born a stones throw from Barossa Valley, it was my back yard. Good old boy from a small town in the country.
I rarely drink alcohol, but I know how to. Would have a wine with you anyday. Maybe two.
OK, three?
Anymore than that and I can't take any blame for my actions. 😂
lol..I bet that's some gorgeous country!
Sure is.