Po Box 1980
As a young boy in West Virginia, it was my job to tend the family still. I chopped wood, mixed corn mash, drained the tap into jugs, and cleaned out the used sour mash. During the week, I fed the used sour mash to the pigs--who were my friends--until weekend cleanup time came and no mash was available to them. The pigs, I think, needed AA--they were always very angry with me on the weekends.