You know what I don’t drink enough of? Moonshine. I flew direct from Switzerland to Atlanta, hopped in a rental car, and headed for Cedar Bluff, Alabama. Destination: Jennifer’s Grandparents house. Occasion: 90 years of greatness achieved by Mr. Sam Borders. That’s right… the man, the myth, the legend, achieved what all of my grandparents had attempted to do… get to 90, get some presents, and enjoy a bit of scotch once there. And it’s the presents where things took a turn for the awesome. Ol’ “Grandaddy,” as Sam goes by with the family, was opening up said gifts, when he unwrapped a ‘joke’ gift of a bottle ‘Georgia Moon Corn Whiskey.’ He takes a look at it and says, “Looks like some white lightening.” … “Yeah, Grandaddy, thought it was funny.” … “You want some real moonshine?” The old man shuffles to the back of the house, and comes back with the jar on the right. Yeah… exactly… awesome. He also received a bottle of Jack Daniel’s, as seen in the middle. In the end, he and I took a drink straight from the jar… of ‘the good stuff.’ I think I earned another merit badge on my way to becoming a Southerner.