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Highway 11

This is an excerpt from my memoir, "Highway 11," that I am working on this summer. These pages provide an overview for the book.             Highway 11 is a swath of road between Monroe and Winder, Georgia where I grew up. “Follow the beer cans to Winder,” Uncle Perry Hugh said because no liquor was sold in Monroe, but Winder had plenty of beer joints. He and my dad frequented the beer joints of Winder or bought moonshine from the local distillers.   My dad drove to a house deep in the woods for moonshine. Down a dirt road, the house sat in a clearing. It stood on rock pilings off the ground. Dogs lounged about in the dirt yard.             “Stay in the car.” Dad slammed the door.             We three kids, ages 8, 6, and 4, sat in the back seat of that 1939, convertible, Buick Road-master, with the rusted out floor board, so we could see the road spinning beneath us.We waited while our father walked up the broken wood steps to the porch with no furniture. He disa