Moonshine and Sunshine

I grew up in the hills of western Carolina. Some would say in an old

rundown shack with an outhouse out back. There were five old dogs,

my grandparents, and me just trying to survive. We were so

damn poor we could barely afford sunshine. That's when the old man came

up with a plan. Instead of working off the land, he started making

moonshine. Hell, I do not know how we survived.

To tell you the truth, when I think about those times, I cry.

That old man was an honest man until the day he died. We really weren't