Word: hooch
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...Kentucky town, in 1840 no longer the frontier but still a place where a man could make a decent living making malt whiskey and selling it to the survivors of the Iroquois Five Nations, and nobody would care until the night when Jaybird Bell, liquored u on his own hooch, killed a man in a knife fight. Then he would have to flee, back across the line into western Virginia, up into one of those hollows where a man had kin. The only excitement of the trip, made in mid-winter on horseback, was that it would kill...
...Kentucky town, in 1840 no longer the frontier but still a place where a man could make a decent living making malt whiskey and selling it to the survivors of the Iroqois Five Nations, and nobody would care until the night when Jaybird Bell, liquored up on his own hooch, killed a man in a knife fight. Then he would have to flee, back across the line into western Virginia, up into one of those hollows where a man had kin. The only excitement of the trip, made in mid-winter on horseback, was that it would kill...
...spelled disaster to a considerably less vocal segment of U.S. society: the Southern moonshiner. All the essential ingredients of corn likker have skyrocketed: sugar (up 300% in a year), grain and yeast, as well as the copper used for piping and kettles and the plastic jugs in which illicit hooch is transported and sold. A gallon of moonshine that used to sell for $1 now goes for $6 or more. As a result, the tide of "white whisky" that used to flow from Appalachian hills and hollers is now only a trickle...
...hang out at 14 Plympton St. in a glassed-in cubicle. There'll be hooch and pretzels to loosen your tongue and lots of open ears to hear what you have to say. Drop on by around 7:30 p.m. tonight. We'll be waitin' and don't be late...
...pouring rain, and we are still in scrub, which is not good for a night position because there are no trees big enough to stop enemy mortars. It is close to 6 when we find a few trees, and everybody starts putting up his hooch. I pull out my hammock. "No hammocks," says Sergeant Henry A. Johnson, a Virginian who has a master's degree in communications. "The C.O. doesn't allow them. Too vulnerable to mortars. The C.O. believes in being cautious...