I will have the assembly know, that during the period of temporary insanity that gripped this nation, and the economically fallow period that followed, my Grandfather was an independent purveyor of distilled spiritous libations. I am quite proud that he never stooped to making what was known a "corn" per say. He actually distilled a passable, if unaged "bourbon" or a rye product. Somewhere I have his recipie book and small diary of the era with details for replicating his efforts. According to local legend, he was able to trade some quantities of his high quality product for larger quantities of lesser goods which he kept available for those in his area with less discrimminating palates, at a suitable profit of course. Wanna kill these ads? We can help!