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...process of elimination. "I always figured I'd get away from this here place just like my brothers did," he said. "Reason why I never did is every time I went somewhere I'd drink up what I worked for in beer joints." He used to cut timber and work in the coal mines as a loader, and even went to Baltimore toward the end of World War 11 to work in the shipyards ("That was in '45, I think. That's when that war was in Germany, ain't it?"). After...
...tried farming and cutting timber, but acid from strip mining had all but ruined the land. So he began selling his corn liquor to the whisky runners. He now has two basic markets: those counties in Kentucky that have elected to remain dry, and the Kentucky-bred laborers in Cincinnati, Louisville and even Chicago who have never lost their taste for homemade corn. He no longer tries to run his whisky. "Back in '47," he recalled, "I was driving this Army truck and I smacked broadside into a state cop with three gallons under my seat. He took...
...becoming less and less of a problem. In 1959 Government agents "cut" (smashed up) 9,225 stills; the number smashed dwindled to 3,327 in 1971. As the old man quietly notes: "All the old generation has just about died out, and the young pull out. Maybe they work timber for a time, or maybe they mine. But them that can, goes." When they go, they leave behind the last of the silent, durable old men who make corn likker by the light of the moon...
Maine's dilemma is to gain the benefits of economic development without ruining its glorious natural environment. That the poverty-stricken state will grow is certain: its thick stands of timber, its scenic land and deep harbors ensure more manufacturing, trade and tourism. As in most states, development has been disorderly, resulting in an ominous trend toward the most irreversible sort of pollution-badly used land. To stop that trend, A Maine Manifest proposes several steps, including...
Like many novels about growing up absurd, Geronimo Rex is both a romantic retreat and a sharp, satirical attack on convention. It is the story of young Harriman Monroe, who lives in Dream of Pines, La., a little bit of Southern heaven stripped of its timber by a few paper companies. It is a place where old mules and dogs can park themselves in a House Beautiful driveway to die, and where the black principal of a segregated school turns out the greatest high school marching band in the nation. At 22 Harriman is a seasoned eccentric-ex-trumpet prodigy...