Ham on Wry

ACCORDING TO PETE G., from Asheville, North Carolina, once upon a time a car with three nuns in it ran out of gas in front of a moonshiner's shack somewhere in the Blue Ridge Mountains. The startled moonshiner commiserated with the nuns for a while, but allowed as how he had no gasoline to offer them. He pointed toward the general store a mile or so down the road and suggested that they might be able to find some gasoline there.