Mr. R. is 87 years old and doesn't say a whole lot these days.
When I arrived at his home his daughter let me know the same.
He pretty much answered every question I asked with a one or two word answer.
"You like you've been a hard working man your whole life," I said.
"Been working since I was about 8 years old," he answered.
A nine word answer, I thought; let me stay on this line of questioning.
"What kind of work did you do at that age?"
"After my parents died, my brother and I were raised by our Aunt and Uncle in Miley, South Carolina. It was a sawmill town. We had a still out back and my bother and I would sell the moonshine through our kitchen window to the men going to and from the sawmill. A 10 cent bumper was a 1/2 pint. A 20 cent bumper was a full pint. I was so small at the time I could barely lift the gallon jug so I would use a funnel and the edge of the table to act as a lever..."
I didn't need to ask any more questions for awhile.
It was a pretty cool history lesson.