(May 9, 2014 at 2:48 pm)popeyespappy Wrote: Not long ago one of my hillbilly cousins boiled down 5 gallons of homemade wine he wasn't very happy with. It was one of the smoothest brandies I've ever tried. I was impressed considering his still was a pressure cooker with a piece of copper tubing soldered to the lid.
Hahaha, we use modified Kenmore water purifiers. I mostly stick to making wine myself.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
