Down in a holler, at the base of a mountain, near the Warrior River, in the great state of Alabama, lie the remains of a moonshine still. The still belonged to Garey’s father, J.D., now gone these past twenty-four years. After a particularly hard crop year, J.D. is reported to have said, “I’ve decided to raise gourds and make moonshine. It kills gourds if you work them, and moonshine works itself.”