The moonshine vote

COMMENTARYMy college roommate was an opera diva type. When Donna died, many people mourned. Friends from college days and beyond recalled her fabulous voice, the songs she sang and her love for spur-of-the-moment adventures.Not me. I thought instead about the tales she told me about her stepdaddy — high sheriff in the Deep South in a place with enough cover for moonshine operations.Okay, I also…