Aspirations to Never Give Up –DeWese

It’s happened to all of us. While sitting around having a drink with a few people, I start telling a story. The group is laughing their asses off and one of ’em says to me, “You really oughta write a book.”

It’s a tale about a dysfunctional family member of mine whose moonshine still caught fire and how it ignited the surrounding woods. The blaze was driven by a 15- to 20-mph breeze and soon the fire was at the outskirts of town. Flames danced up the light poles and across the power lines, and soon reached the ancient brick courthouse.