On fathers day yesterday my thoughts went to my father, he passed away on my birthday in 1979. One of the stories he told was how he use to hall empty shine jars from the creamery to a maker when he was sixteen. The police stopped him a number of times and would smell the jars but they were always clean and empty so he never was charged. Click here and listen to A.J. Roach sing about the times of my fathers teen years in West Virginia.
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