I remember some of these! And I do not think I qualify as "ole" just yet. The first time my Dad brought me to visit the rest of the Family, we drove up Bent Mountain when it was still dirt, and there were chain gangs out working on the side of the road. My father would tell us stories of how he and his cousins would run shine over the mountains, and he even worked on the Blue Ridge.
Great memories of times gone by!!

Bronn