
Went over to
Ace and
Angela's tonight. Stood on the back porch marveling at the lake behind their house. Angela said they go swimming in it. "It's mucky, but there's not too many
snakes," she said. Then she got out some strawberry
moonshine (photo by
Bill Boyle). The guys who made it are long dead, she said. It was incredible. Like grappa at first, but considerably more complex. Like
brandy, really.