At home in Durham, NC for a funeral and staying at my brother's house. Our mother grew up in the mountains of NC. Real hillbilly country with some of the finest people I've known. She grew up without electricity or telephones. Her first encounter with the"civilized" world was in the mid 40's when she enrolled in school at Duke University.
A few of our Possum Trot relatives had a hand in the moonshine trade and I always enjoyed seeing what kind of car my uncle Grover was currently driving. On one visit, he took us for a spin in his new 1970 Superbird. It was one of 16 produced with the 440 six pack engine. Uncle Grover had an infectious cackle which commenced every time we would come out of a corner and he would floor it. Here's a picture of my little brother Walt and Grover's long-gone Superbird :-)