When the prohibition amendment was debunked and replaced by another amentment that legalized the sale of liquor throughout the country, in my state there were counties who chose to remain 'legally dry', but never ceased to drink. And there was a county adjacent to mine that prefered to be wet and sell liquor legally.
I was just a lad at the time who did not understand 'wet and dry'; but I was well acquainted with 'drunk and sober'; and I knew that the thirst for liquor did not stop at the county line. Though my county was legally dry, it was as percipitated with moonshine as any wet county. Up the road from us was a two story property whose inhabitant made desirable corn whiskey. I knew it was true for sure when coming from school one day, the booz had been poured out all along the roadway and entrenched with an odor no child should ever be allowed to inhale. He had been busted and halled off to jail.
To no one's surprise, by the time I finished high school in 1967, my county had become wet like all the rest. I stood and stared at the first liqour store I had ever seen, and there was not a single protest. And even back then, I think the child in me thought it best that liquor be found in a store than on a roadway leading to my home. 08302017cj