Forty-some years ago, my father was an auditor for the Federal Department of Housing and Urban Development, working from HUD’s offices in Lexington and Covington, Kentucky. His duties sometimes took him into the mountains of Eastern Kentucky, and in those days (we’re talking around 1965 or so), he met some resistance from local townsmen who apparently mistook him for an IRS man–a “revenuer.” The story’s come down to me second-hand, but the way my mother tells it, he was apparently chased out of one town by a man bearing a shotgun.
Who knows whether this is true? Dad ain’t around to tell the story, and he had a reputation as one who’d sometimes embellish a tale to get a bigger laugh. But it kept popping into my head as I read Matthew Rowley’s fine new book, Moonshine! This one’s got a hootenanny of a subtitle: Recipes, Tall Tales, Drinking Songs, Historical Stuff, Knee Slappers, How to Make It, How to Drink It, Pleasin’ the Law, Recoverin’ the Next Day.
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