Once Over Lightly
THERE WAS some misunderstanding in this anecdote, too. A newspaper reporter, traveling in the Great Smoky Mountains, came upon a gnarled, bent, wrinkled old man seated in a rocking chair on the porch of a small-town hotel. Sensing a story about longevity, he asked the man what his secret for living was. "Well," came the reply, "I've drank a gallon of corn likker a day, smoked twenty cigars, and gone dancing every night."