My folks were moonshiners. Anytime they would talk about the easy money people make growing dope, I would tell them, "yea, just like making whiskey." It's hot, nasty work, and most of the time you have to do it at night. Daddy, a brother, brother in law and my granddad shared a still, but they would run their own runs. Takes about two nights to do a run, so every eight nights it would be your turn again. My granddad got busted in the mid 50's and they gave it up. He got a year and a day in the pen at Tallahassee. Daddy moved to Tampa to find work. Lived there for 5-6 years. Thank the Good Lord, they moved back to the woods just in time for me to be born.