There were a few unmarked Mason jars floating around, particularly onstage with the storytellers. White lightning. Hooch. The original mountain dew. It's hard to talk about moonshine without evoking winks and smiles. It carries a mystique. If you own some, you whisper about it. If you don't, you can bet someone you know does. It's probably stored in the back of their freezer. Moonshine also carries a certain romance. Because the truth is, there's a story sealed in every Mason jar of the stuff. Those stories are still celebrated in Wilkes County.
Last week, old time bootleggers and retired revenuers met to swap tales. They told about fast car chases, witty judges, and big still busts. There was a lot of laughter. And rumor has it there was even some sipping.