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Volume 1, Issue #133 – Published by LifeCraft Media. LLC, Wednesday, November 25, 2020

Off The Cuff: Thanksgiving is a great holiday – family, food, drink, recreation of many kinds; all about thankfulness. We’ll make a lot of calls and FaceTimes this year…

Any guess on what flags you’re seeing? They are historical. We will not be burning them.

Announcing: Today, They got engaged at the Greenbrier.

Congrats to Lindsay and Tyler, a couple of…

In Other Words: Also today, we traveled through Franklin County, Virginia, and had a further twitch of interest in obtaining a gallon of real moon…shine, there, where it has been a part of life longer than I’ve been on earth, and known as where the real hooch comes from. Before I could devise the right strategy to find someone there with a connection, we’d already driven into the next county over.

But I’ve had this fascination over the past few years of revisiting some things well remembered. (Skateboarding did not work out well…but…) Passing through Franklin County once before got me to thinking about a weekend drinking moonshine at one of the first High on the Hog street festivals, then in the alley between E. Grace and E. Franklin streets, around the 2800 block on Church Hill in Richmond, Virginia, sometime around 1980.

A friend brought out a gallon of Georgia shine that he’d stored in a closet a year earlier, and in that gallon jar he’d placed several three to four inch long pieces of charred oak, and the shine had taken on a beautiful oak color, and a smooth “toasted oak” flavor. It was running hot, around 140 proof, and over ice with rockabilly and punk bands on the flatbed trailer “stage” in the ally, or sipping straight with the barbecue, or backing that shine with a cold Pabst; he and I partied and drank the entire gallon over the weekend and not that I want to repeat all that, but I would like to put a gallon in the back of my own closet, with some charred oak, and let it sit a while before I … (PS I lived 2 blocks away from the party, so there was no driving going on during that one incredible drunk.)

Moonshine Getting Stronger (sans clouds)


[Freddie:] Hey Greg!
[Greg:] What?
[Freddie:] All we need is a drummer,
For people who only need a beat, yeah!

Dance to the Music by Sylvester Stewart (as performed by Sly and the Family Stone)

Who said, yesterday’s quote: Sissy Spacek said, “I lived an idyllic ‘Huckleberry Finn’ life in a tiny town. Climbing trees. Tagging after brothers. Happy. Barefoot on my pony. It was ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’-esque.”

Who said, today’s quote: “I’m not happy to be here. I’m just happy to be!”


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