NEVER DRINK HOME-BREWED WHITE LIGHTNING
Back in the day, when we were younger and less responsible, we did some arguably inappropriate things, at least as measured by today’s standards.
One such happening evolved from a veterans’ ski race at Cannon Mountain in New Hampshire. Memory is vague, but participants may have included Paul Lozier, Mary Kuykendall, Charley Barnes and myself. After the race (results long forgotten), some free skiing and an adult beverage or two, we decided to drive to Stowe for inexpensive accommodations at the SWC lodge. After a short time on the road, we determined that more liquid refreshments were needed, but unfortunately we did not have any beer in the car. There were no open stores along our way, or perhaps none serving alcoholic beverages, so we became increasingly motivated to find a solution.
It turned out that Paul had a few bottles of his infamous “white lightning” in the car. His homemade wine sometimes didn’t meet his exacting standards, and it would be distilled into something more powerful. We proceeded to imbibe this liquid for the rest of the trip, arriving mid-evening at the SWC Lodge [Editor’s note: this was the lodge the club rented from Jerry on Goldbrick Road], alive and feeling no pain.
Upon entering the fireplace room, we were greeted by Lee Tomlinson, (and others) who asked who else was with us. When told that there wasn’t anyone else, Lee declared that this was impossible because none of us was able to walk, much less drive.
This story is complete and unembellished, at least to my memory.
