Sunday was Thanksgiving for booze, as I mentioned the other day.
My great-grandmother on my father’s side was a bootlegger, a necessity given the combination of many children and a deadbeat husband. She was found out, and few people can agree whether it was then that she lost the house or the farm.
She lived to be 104.
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